A love letter to your wholeness — and the wild, radiant child within.
The first download that landed like lightning today?
Loneliness.
Not just the echo of the abandonment wound…
But something older.
A deeper ache.
That haunting whisper:
“Maybe I’m unlovable.”
“Maybe I’m not enough.”
I sat with it.
Let it move through my chest,
my belly,
my bones.
I breathed through the story.
Through the tension.
Through the part of me that wanted to fix it — or flee.
And then… I dropped deeper.
Into the silence beneath the ache.
Into the place where no one else’s voice lives.
And there she was.
My inner child.
Unfiltered. Untamed.
Radiant with mud on her knees and light in her eyes.
Laughing without reason.
Spinning in the grass.
Singing nonsense songs to the wind.
Long before she questioned if she was lovable.
Long before she tried to earn it.
She just was.
And she played.
That’s the medicine, isn’t it?
Not waiting to be chosen.
Not waiting for the relationship or the job or the next milestone.
Not performing, proving, or perfecting.
But returning.
To the joy that existed before the wound.
To the dance.
To the hum of your own delight.
To your essence — the one untouched by shame or scarcity.
🌿 Your Invitation
If you’ve forgotten that version of yourself —
the one who played before she questioned her worth —
this is your reminder:
Play, sister.
Laugh louder than feels appropriate.
Sing badly and boldly.
Be too much, too vibrant, too full.
That’s where your wholeness lives.
Not in fixing. Not in waiting.
But in remembering.
✨ Ready to Reconnect?
If this stirred something in you — if you’re longing to feel that inner aliveness again —
you’re invited to a space where she’s welcome.
The radiant one. The messy one. The forgotten one. The whole one.
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You don’t have to journey alone.
And you were never broken to begin with.
She remembers.
And you will too.
🪷
With love,
Julie
