A Letter To My Inner Child

To my inner child,

I see you now—clearly, gently, fully. You’ve been waiting so long for someone to look at you not with pity, not with guilt, but with understanding. So let me be that someone. Let me be the one who never turns away.

I remember how you were left in the care of someone who was meant to guide and nurture you. And instead, she broke something inside you. I remember the bruises, not just on your skin, but on your spirit. I remember your silence. Your tears. The ache that no one else seemed to notice—or believe.

I remember how you looked at Mum, hoping she’d believe you, only to feel that twist of betrayal when she didn’t. And how Dad… stood back. Watched. Disappeared behind quiet choices. You deserved to be protected. You deserved to be held and believed, without question.

And yet… you survived. Not because someone saved you—but because you saved yourself. You held on. You endured. You whispered to yourself in the dark, even when no one else heard. That voice, that resilience? I carry it with me now.

I know I broke your heart a few times, when I forgot our promise—when I gave myself to people who didn’t love us back, who didn’t deserve the light you kept glowing deep inside. I wanted to be enough for them. I wanted to be chosen, so badly. But I lost sight of the only one who ever needed my loyalty—you.

I’m sorry for every time I left you behind. For every moment I told you to be quiet. For the years I asked you to shrink just to keep someone else comfortable.

But I’ve come back for you now. And I’m not leaving again.

You are safe with me.

And I’ll protect your happiness, your softness, your fire. I’ll never give it away for the approval of another. You don’t need to hide anymore—I will speak up for you. I will live in a way that honors you.

I kept forging my sword, even when it hurt. And now it’s yours too—to hold, to wield, or just to rest beside.

We made it.

With all my love,
Me