Witnessing My Inner Child

Written today with three years more grace ...

Three years ago I wrote about my inner child on the edge of a breakthrough. (See below)

Today, I meet her with softer eyes and steadier hands.

She no longer feels like something that needs fixing or rescuing.

She feels like something that was becoming.

🌹 Every layer of conditioning — from my parents, my schooling, my ancestry, and the wider world — shaped me in some way.

Some of it constrained me, some of it protected me, and all of it taught me.

🫶 I hold gratitude now for every inch of it, because without those experiences, I would not carry the depth, compassion, or awareness I do today.

👁️ I see clearly now that people could only meet me with the tools they had at the time — shaped by their own wounds, fears, and unexamined conditioning.

✨ And I can hold this truth alongside another: that I, too, could only respond and react from the tools, awareness, and nervous system capacity I had available then.

There is forgiveness in that understanding.

For them.

And for me.

💛 I no longer judge the versions of myself who stayed, reacted, coped, or survived in ways I would not choose today. She was doing the best she could with the awareness, safety, and support available to her at the time.

To meet her now with blame would only repeat the harm.

🫂 Instead, I meet her with tenderness — thanking her for carrying me through the years it took to grow the capacity to choose differently.

What once felt like shedding or clearing now feels like integrating.

🫶 Not bypassing the past, not rewriting it, but fully embodying the experiences — allowing them to live in the body, not just in memory or narrative.

This way of living has taught me that insight alone is not healing.

🌹 Understanding something does not mean it has moved through us.

The body remembers what the mind has long explained away, and it is here — in sensation, breath, and subtle response — that truth reveals itself.

💛 When I slow down and feel into my body, I can sense what still holds weight, what remains guarded, and what is ready to soften.

Nothing is rushed. Nothing is forced.

Healing unfolds when it is witnessed with patience and care.

🫶 I’ve learned that wholeness doesn’t come from removing parts of ourselves.

It comes from welcoming them home.

✨ As I continue to meet every emotion with presence and curiosity, I weave my soul together not because it was broken, but because it was becoming more fully expressed.

🫶 Golden love fills the spaces where self-criticism once lived, and compassion replaces the need to prove, fix, or transcend.

🌹 This path has taught me to slow down, to listen, and to trust the body as a guide — to notice what still asks for gentleness, what needs tending rather than pushing, and what is already complete.

💛 All that truly matters is this moment — gratitude for the path walked, the lessons learned, the people who mirrored me, and the adventures that shaped my heart.

I love every ounce of who I am.

Not in spite of my experiences — but because of them. ✨💜✨

If your body could speak without words, what part of your past is it ready to be met with compassion rather than judgement?

What is your body gently inviting you to soften — not fix — in this moment?

Healing begins when we listen to the body, not rush it.

✨💛🫶

Three years ago ...

Yesterday I did a gaming thing called what does your inner child look like...... It really made me think and last night I wrote this.....

So what does mine look like? What am I feeling?

It's on the verge of a massive breakthrough. All those years of singing to the conditioning of my youth, my parents, the schooling, the expectations of society that moulded around my soul are slowly peeling away, slowly revealing what really is the essence of me and who I came here to be.

The parts I'm shedding are the ancestral limiting beliefs, karma and vows that I came here to clear and to feel the freedom by doing so.

As I confront every emotion in the book plus more, piecing my soul back together with golden love and unconditional compassion, to fill the gaps left by what I'm letting be is the path I've taken towards wholeness and happiness within, shining a light for growth and expansion.

All that matters is here and now and to be grateful for the people in my life and the adventures that fill my heart with love that makes my soul whole 💜🙏✨