There are many contributing factors to the death of my inner child. My long-time isolation and loneliness. The hot weather that keeps me inside the house all summer. My mind-numbing job that keeps me cooped up in an office all day. My older co-workers crippled by age and marriage. My social anxiety that makes meeting new people incredibly difficult.
Maybe he is just in a coma. Perhaps he can be revived. I don’t think it is possible with my life as it is. Things would have to change dramatically. I don’t know if that can be done. If only there was someone out there like me who had the power to wake him up.