How do you talk to your inner child?

I know! What the heck kind of phsyco babble is she going to throw at us. This is supposed to be lite reading. Well, I am going to tell you right now, I am a huge fan of getting your head shrunk. The more khume- ba- ya(not sure how one might spell that) and touchy feely the better. So, of course I have a head shrinker... and this week I put her to the test! As you can tell from some earlier posts, I have some issues. (and if you did not know that well here ya go! Love me... love my phobia's) In today's session I had a break threw. Adolescents sucks! Yep... that will be $200 (JUST KIDDING!) Anyway, mine really sucked. Who knew? OK I did, but I repressed it, blocked it, built a wall, what ever you can do, I did. The funny thing is no matter how much I thought I had forgotten about it, and that it did not bother me, it is still why I do most of what I do today. How does one come to that conclusion you ask....
The last few months have been hell. I have had a crash in serotonin levels, not sleeping, eating bad, not exercising the whole nine yards. The depression hit me hard again, the good news is I was able to identify that it was happening, and deal with it. I was not sure why it was happening, but gosh darn it, I was embracing it and fighting back. Until today! (I love my shrink!)I figured it out! I am not crazy, everyone else is! (HA HA Just kidding again!) I was telling her how this happens in April, it has as far back as I can remember. She looked back in her trusty files, and could not identify what about that time of year would cause that. So, she did what all good shrinkers do, she asked questions. Lucky for me it only took looking back at the last 20 years of ups and downs in the month of March and April to figure it out. (No, I am not going to go into great detail about the hardships of my childhood, and get all oshy gushy, because that is mine to deal with, and this is all about moving forward, not looking back). Once identified, then we can come up with a plan of action. My shrinker recommended that I write a letter to my inner child. Tell "little Micah" that she did the best job that she could, that it is OK to let go of those things and that I love her. Hmmmmm, just how the heck am I supposed to do that? I have spent 20 years repressing those memories and now you say I must talk not to someone, but to my inner Micah. I have a hard enough time getting my children to listen to me, now I have to talk to the me that I used to be, but am trying not be anymore, but actually I still am? Really? I am not saying that I am not going to try it, because again, touchy feely, inner child yadda yadda. But how is that going to help? AND further more, what happens if the "little Micah" talks back? I am pretty sure that I could get locked up in padded room for that.
All joking aside, I will try it, and might even let you know what the "little me" comes up with, but the reason why I am sharing this is to pose the question are we all sculpted by our "inner child"? If so , imagine the great responsibility it is to help sculpt our children's inner child. I live and work and really my whole being is based on what happened when I was a kid. Am I OK, heck ya, could I have gone over board, heck ya! But I did not, and I really think that is because I had parents that were involved and truly cared about what was happening. Which reminds me of a friend that went to class with her daughter because her daughter was messing around in class instead of working... that is a mom that cares! ( I wonder what her inner child is going to have to say about that) I am not saying that I would have wanted my mom to come to school with me, but I wish that some of the jerk faces that I went to school with would have had bad ass mommas! Then maybe my inner child wouldn't be so messed up! At any rate I say be a bad ass momma, and sculpt those inner children! And just promise to pay for therapy when then get older! ( I should have made that deal when I was young!)