“There’s a younger you still waiting to be heard, still believing in your light.”
There’s a child inside you — not frozen in time, but alive in memory.
They show up in the longing you feel for softness, in the tears that rise without warning, in the ache to be seen without needing to perform.
Maybe that child never got the comfort they needed.
Maybe they learned early to shrink themselves, to be the peacekeeper, the achiever, the quiet one.
But underneath it all, they still hoped.
They hoped someone would notice when they were struggling.
They hoped love didn’t have to be earned.
They hoped they could be their whole, sensitive, curious self — without shame.
That part of you is still here. And they don’t need perfection from you. They need presence.
You don’t have to go back in time to fix everything.
But you can offer something now that might feel like a miracle to them: listening.
Holding.
Believing.
You are not too late.
The child within you still hopes.
And today, you get to hope with them.
Close your eyes and imagine yourself as a child — whatever age comes to mind. Picture yourself kneeling beside them. Place a hand on their shoulder. Say silently: 'I’m here now. I see you. I’ve got you.'
Find a childhood photo of yourself or imagine one. Write a note to that version of you beginning with: 'You didn’t deserve what happened, and you never stopped being lovable.'
Elisa M. “When I pictured my younger self today, I didn’t expect to cry. But something cracked open — not in pain, but in relief. She just wanted to be seen. And I finally saw her.”
The child in you is not gone. They are waiting to be held by who you are now.