Not the child, but the adult one.
The child is happy, is playing, is feeling free, is enjoying, is being herself.
The adult is closed in herself, is overthinking, is kinda lost, is emotional, is numb. Is wandering through the days, trying to get the things done and be in the places. Sickness, empty. Overjoying, feeling in the body. All together or everything apart.
Fighting, moving, learning. Besides the huge waves, the rocks, the steps back.
Alone. Not alone.