A letter to my Inner Child (and the Ones Who Feel Unseen)

Dear Inner Child (and the Ones Who Feel Unseen)

Not gonna lie, I can't tell which is me (Identical twin life)

This isn’t a story of blame. This is a love letter — to the girl I once was…And to you, if you’ve ever felt like you had to dim your magic to feel safe.

I was seven years old when my father left and never came back. I didn’t know what abandonment was then — I just knew something in my chest ached in a way I didn’t have words for. My mom, swallowed by her grief, disappeared differently. And before I even knew what was happening, a part of me — the part that once believed she was made of stardust and fireflies — whispered:

“It must be me. I must not be enough.”

And that belief? It became a blueprint. A survival spell. Be good. Be pleasing. Be small. Earn your worth. Earn love. Don’t take up too much space.

But here’s what I know now, radiant soul: You never had to earn love. You are love. The magic never died — it just learned to hide so you could stay safe. But safety born from silence isn’t safety at all. It’s just a quiet cage.

To my inner child: I’m sorry you felt like you had to grow up so fast. I’m sorry no one held you while you cried. But I’m here now. And I will never leave. You don’t have to scream to be seen anymore. I see you. I honor you. I adore you.

To those reading this who feel like mirrors: You, too, may have had to parent yourself before you ever felt parented. You may have learned that your worth was tied to how little you needed, how helpful you were, how well you performed.

But you get to rewrite the story now. You get to be the parent you needed. You get to hold space for the grief without blaming the people who couldn’t hold it for you.

Because the truth is, they were carrying their pain, too. We choose our families for the soul curriculum they offer. And still — we get to become the warrior, the goddess, the leading light of our own lives.

This is not about shame. This is about reclaiming and reclaiming the wild wonder.The divine innocence.The power that was never actually lost — just waiting for permission to return.

So here’s your permission slip, love:

✨ You are enough.✨ You are worthy of being seen, just as you are.✨ You were never too much. You were surrounded by people who couldn’t handle your enormity.✨ You are safe to shine now.

If you’re walking this path of remembrance too — you are not alone. I’m right here, hand on heart, breath by breath, whispering back to that little girl within us all…

“I see you. I hear you. And it’s safe to come home now.” 🕊️

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💌 Inner Reflection for Your Inner Child

Take a few quiet moments. Light a candle. Place a hand on your heart. Let these words guide you into your remembering…

“When I was young, I needed someone to say: ________.”“The parts of me that still feel unseen are: ________.”“Today, I choose to love them by: ________.”“If I could go back and hold my younger self, I would whisper: ________.”

Let whatever wants to come, come. There is no wrong way to feel, no wrong way to heal. You are both the child and the wise one now — the wound and the medicine.

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🌟 Mantra for the Inner Child & Inner Goddess

(Whisper this aloud, with hand on heart or womb, letting each word land like a kiss to your soul.)

“I am safe. I am seen. I am whole. I am the love I’ve been waiting for. I hold the child within me with tenderness. I walk forward with the power of my truth. I am the medicine. I am the light. I am home.”

I have also provided a mantra card you can download and keep as a reminder.

Mantra Card

With love and light,

Coach Kathryn 💖