11/13/2025
There’s a version of you with small hands, wide eyes, heart like an open window who learned far too early that love could be conditional.
She was soft before the world asked her to be sharp.
Curious before she was told to be quiet.
Bright before she learned to dim herself to survive.
And somewhere along the way, you traded her laughter for control, her wonder for vigilance, her trust for armor.
Not because you were broken but because you were brilliant. You adapted.
But healing, true healing, is a homecoming.
It’s remembering the girl who used to spin in the living room with tangled hair and no sense of shame.
It’s learning to feed her when she’s hungry, to hold her when she’s scared, to protect her from those who have harmed her.
It’s realizing that growing up isn’t about outgrowing her.
It’s about becoming safe enough for her to come back.
To all of you trauma survivors who are finding the little girl again and learning how to be the person she always needed - sending you so much love 💕
Xoxox,