I’m building a time machine to find you. I want to tell you so many things. Will you recognize me?
Remember when you were told, as a child, that you were too sensitive or emotional? I understood why you had to calcify internally, keeping your heartbeat in check and your emotions hostage.
I am here to tell you, you were ok, just as you were.
My dearest child, I am sorry I squelched your voice and spirit. You were more than enough. Your sensitivity scared people, and you were never understood, and I know this now.
I am here to tell you never let anyone take up your space, dull your shine, and make you feel small.
My dearest child, life is beautiful yet complex, dark, murky, and challenging. Do not close yourself off from it; open your brilliant light so others may seek you out.
I am here to tell you that as an adult, you did well. You were relentless in learning and finding your path. You were an overachiever.
My dearest child, because of this calcification, the amputation of feeling, and sensitivity, you were afraid to hurt people, to say “no.” You struggled along your path, finding your niche, and you kept your light hidden.
You struggled with relationships, with people, and with food. Emotions were not to be felt; feelings were left untouched and unspoken. You were taught to be silent.
You had to be perfect to be loved.
My dearest child, forgive me. I am here to tell you this: I love you.
Please do not dull your spark, take up breadth, and do not feel shame for doing this. Disrobe from the calcification, the shell withholding your beautiful soul.
Be grand in your entrance; unleash your sensitivity to the emptiness and wondering.
Be luminous and allow others to see the radiant light within. But do not let others prey on your gifts.
Crying is nourishing. You do not need to be eternally strong.
You will struggle with loving life and finding your purpose. I am here to tell you that you will make it through. You will meet your people, though it will sometimes be tricky. Never change your being for someone else.
Be sensitive; it is authentically you and will nourish your soul. You will accept love unapologetically.
Be emotional; it will drive you to heights and unleash a torrent of dreams and desires.
Understand your purpose is to fill the cups of those yearning for grace and compassion. You will be a conduit for healing, and you will fulfill your calling on this plane with your crown straightened upon your head.
My dearest child, you will fly with gilded wings.
Thank you for writing this and then sharing it. I was labeled, by my parents. as “high strung,” as in: a worrier, someone who cries easily. I likely was deemed high strung the first time k cried after coming home from the hospital. How dare this girl demand to be heard?
I hope I did better by my sons.