Inner Child Healing

Forgiving the people who hurt me was only the first step. But it was when I realized I had forgotten about her — the little girl who was sad, hurt, and never felt seen — that everything began to shift.

I was reading a book about feminine energy, and there were words about reconnecting with your inner child that hit me so deep as I was reading them. They sank straight into my heart, stirring up tears I didn’t know were there. I had been so busy surviving, so caught up in keeping it together, that I’d lost touch with her. The girl who once dreamed, who once felt everything so vividly.

I grew up too fast. I had to. I leaned hard into survival mode, into my masculine energy, because that’s what life demanded. Where would I sleep? What would I eat? How would I get by? These were heavy questions for a teenage girl to carry, and they buried the part of me that just wanted to be — to feel, to dream, to be held.

So when those words from the book struck me, the tears fell, and it was as if she was right there — the little girl I’d abandoned. And I knew, in that moment, this was the healing work I needed to do. To go back. To listen.

I invested in a program that taught me to see my patterns and where they came from. It all traces back to our beliefs, which stem from what we went through as children. It’s easy to say we know better now as adults, but knowing better isn’t the same as healing. And unhealed parts of us still carry limiting beliefs that hold us back from the life we want and deserve.

I remember her so clearly now — the little girl who couldn’t wait to see the world, who was brimming with life, joy, and wild curiosity. The one who found magic in everything — the wind swaying through the trees, the grass beneath her feet, the flowers that danced in the breeze, and the glow of the moonlight. Nature was her refuge, her sanctuary, the place where magic always felt within reach.

I’m 36 years old now, single with no children. I can only imagine how much more challenging it would be for those who are mothers and have become so selfless because of their love for their children. I encourage you to do the work, it’s never too late and there is never a perfect time in anything in life. It’s about moving and pushing through even when circumstances are not ideal.

As for me, I can feel her now, and it breaks me to realize how long she’s been trying to get through to me. She’s been whispering, nudging, waiting. But I didn’t listen. I pushed her away, thinking that growing up meant forgetting her. And now, I can see that the answer was always to go back to her. To go within. To listen. To hold her close and let her know I’m here.

This is my reminder to her — and to myself. Go deeper. Listen. Heal. The answer has always been within. The path to true self awareness is not easy, but it’s incredibly rewarding. Every moment of healing feels like a hug of love. I’m not perfect at it, but it’s ongoing process that I am willing to commit to — always.

Sending you love.