🧸 The Story of the Little Girl
Healing the Inner Child: A Journey of Self-Compassion and Rediscovery
There was once a woman who carried silence inside her.
Some days, that silence felt like a weight—an ache she couldn’t name, a shadow she couldn’t outrun. Other days, it slipped out sideways, disguising itself as anger, or overwhelm, or the quiet fear that she might one day be left behind.
She didn’t know where the silence came from. Only that it lived in her.
Until one night, in a dream, she saw a little girl sitting alone in the corner.
Her hair was tangled, her eyes wide with a sadness far too old for her small body. She clutched a broken toy, something she’d held onto long after it stopped working—because it was the only thing she had left.
The child looked scared. Forgotten. Unloved.
The woman knelt down, and for the first time in her life, she recognized her.
It was herself.
The version of her who had carried the pain.
The loneliness.
The questions no one answered.
The wounds no one noticed.
Tears filled the woman’s eyes as she opened her arms and whispered:
“I’m here now.
I see you.
I love you.
And I will never leave you again.”
The little girl slowly crawled into her lap, and for the very first time, she felt safe.
The woman held her close—held the fear, the hope, the softness—and realized that she could not rewrite the past, but she could rewrite what happened next. She could become the protector the child always needed. The comfort she never received. The love she once believed she had to earn.
From that moment on, she carried the little girl with her.
Not as a wound or a shadow,
but as a source of innocence, wonder, and unshakable strength.
Because healing doesn’t mean forgetting who you were.
It means finally choosing to come home to her.
