Does this sound like you???

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You are no stranger to your inner child's wounds. You have met them in therapy, in ceremony, in the quiet 3am moments when the old grief surfaces without warning. You have been learning to attune to the needs of this little inner one as your loving parent self.

And yet...

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You are still exhausted from spending years performing. A life time of shrinking. People pleasing. Editing yourself before you even open your mouth. Waiting for permission, for safety, for someone to finally come and save you. You have silenced your voice so many times it has started to feel like your natural state. You have postponed your joy and your dreams so consistently it all barely registers as a loss anymore.

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And yet, that wild, clear-eyed, unapologetic little one who knew exactly who they were before the world had opinions, before trauma, is still in there. Waiting. Holding the keys to your aliveness, your authenticity, your most sovereign self.

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That aliveness never left. It's just been waiting for you to come back and claim it. Your inner little one is just waiting for you to become the hero and loving badass parent they have needed.