I have a fragmented child living inside me. She never learned to grow and never stopped grieving because she was left behind. When a child doesn’t get the love, support, and security she needs from a parent, then she is forced to enter adulthood with missing pieces. Her coping mechanisms are sprained and ineffective. Oftentimes, her damaged coping methods create larger problems than the ones she tries to mask. Self love and self confidence don’t exist. Her emotional maturity is dull and stunted. She grows anyway, but follows a distorted path. Part of her never gets to be an adult because of these missing pieces. The child inside lets go of trying to be an adult and remains an internal, eternal child.