The Simple Inner Child Journal Prompt That Changed Everything

Sometimes it feels like our healing journey is a tangled web of "what's next," doesn't it?

You do the breathwork. You journal. You read the books. You try to manifest. But it all seems to go at a snail's pace.

But when you keep at it, you get these occasional MASSIVE hits of intuition that make a big change all at once, and you're like "woah!"

That's what happened a few nights ago. I was sitting in bed, really late. The kids were supposed to be asleep (spoiler, they weren't).

I picked up my pen and started freewriting.

I'm a huge fan of inner child/past self healing, but not so much that I get stuck in it. After all, why does a sad toddler get to be in charge? I don't believe in waiting to be healed to start living as a healed person. The quantum leap that happens when you live as though you are already healed is HUGE.

The Inner Child Journal Practice That Quantum Leaped My Healing:

But my intuition told me to start a dialogue with the past versions of me that were the most hurt, and to let them know that it won't always be this way.

I'm sorry, what?

That sounds AWFUL. I don't want to remember those moments.

But I did it.

I wrote to the four year old who likes to look through magazines at all the pretty pictures, and told her that one day we get to design clothes and fabrics and take really cool photos just like in the catalogs, and that we get paid for it.

I told the ten year old that it isn't always scary to have a brain that works differently, one day we'll be celebrated for our genius. We marry a man who loves us, and isn't intimidated by our light.

I told the sixteen year old that even though she gave up her dreams for something that seems safe, one day we find out that true safety means not having to give up your dreams. Yes, we get to have both.

I told the twenty-one year old that it's ok, we can trust him.

I told the twenty-four year old that this will be the last moment we have an only child, to spend every second with her.

I told the thirty year old that yes, we do get healthy again, then we help hundreds of other women get healthy too.

It shifted something BIG inside of me. All the shame and guilt over the decisions I'd made to protect myself fell away. I felt so much grief melt. And what was left was just...love. Love for who I was. Love for who I became. Love for who my kids are. Love for who they'll become. And so much forgiveness for the people who were in my life at that time.

It was a wild, shamanic breaking point of realizing that I would never heal without radically forgiving myself for being who I needed to be to survive.

The choices I had made at those ages were all in self-preservation mode, and I'd carried so much guilt and shame over them. After loving that version of me, I was able to forgive myself for those choices.

Action Step: Do the prompt! Write to the most wounded past versions of you, and let them know that what they're going through DOES end, and let them know that they can trust you to keep them safe in the future.