There is a little one inside you. She’s not gone. She’s not broken. She’s waiting.
Waiting for you to notice the quiet ache in your chest. Waiting for you to slow down long enough to hear her soft whispers. Waiting for you to remember.
Before you became “the strong one,” before you were taught to “not cry,” before you learned to wear your smile like armor, she was there — wide-eyed, soft-hearted, open.
She believed the world was safe. She believed you were worthy, simply by existing. And then the world began to shape her. Through harsh words, withheld hugs, broken promises, emotional neglect — not always intentional, but always impactful.
The child didn’t disappear. She just found a quieter corner to hide in.
“She never left. She’s just been waiting.”
You’ve Been Carrying Her All Along
You see it in your reactions — the way criticism slices deeper than it should. You feel it in your relationships — the part of you that fears being “too much” or “not enough.” You hear it in your self-talk — “Why can’t I just get it right?”
“You’re not overreacting. You’re remembering.”
These are not flaws. These are echoes. They belong to the child inside who once didn’t understand what went wrong, so she made it about herself: “I must not be lovable.” “I must be broken.” “I must be the problem.”
Healing Is Not About Erasing the Past
It’s about going back — not to relive it, but to re-parent it.
To walk into that quiet room inside yourself, sit beside the child curled up in the corner, and whisper:
“You did nothing wrong.” “You didn’t deserve that.” “I see you now, and I’m staying.”
Healing doesn’t come in lightning bolts. It comes in soft moments — when you let yourself cry without shame, rest without guilt, and say no without apologizing. When you cradle your own emotions the way you wish someone had.
What Your Inner Child Truly Wants
She doesn’t need perfection. She doesn’t need all the answers. She just needs you. To show up. To listen. To play. To be honest. To let her feel safe again — not because the world has changed, but because you have changed for her.
You are not too late. You are right on time.
You’re Not Starting Over. You’re Coming Home.
Maybe for the first time, you’re not trying to fix yourself. You’re learning to love yourself — wildly, imperfectly, gently. That love reaches back through every version of you that didn’t get it the first time around.
And the child inside? She won’t need to scream anymore. She’ll reach for your hand, and walk forward with you.
Whole. Seen. Safe.
🌸 Your Turn
“Put it in writing. Your younger self is listening.”
If this touched something in you, don’t ignore it.
Write a letter to your younger self.
Place a childhood photo somewhere you’ll see daily.
Say out loud: “I am learning to love all of me — even the parts I used to hide.”
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