Inner Child Healing for Survivors: To the Child Who Had to Become Their Own Safe Place And Learned to Self-Protect

To The Little Girl or Boy Who Had to Learn How to Create a Safe Place Within Themselves When The World Around Them Failed: Inner Child Healing for Survivors

To the little girl or boy

who learned how to build a safe place inside themselves because the world didn’t know how to hold them. When the world around you failed to hold you, failed to love you,

failed to keep you safe, you learned the hardest lesson far too early, how to love yourself without being shown how.

I see how early you learned to go quiet. How you became watchful.

How you made your body small or your mind vast just to survive what no child should have had to understand. You learned to self-soothe before you learned to ask. You learned to read rooms before you learned to read books. You learned that safety wasn’t a place, it was a state of being you had to generate on your own.

You learned through destructive patterns. Through relationships that mirrored love in its most toxic disguises. Through cycles that promised healing but only replayed the wound

in different faces, different places, different forms. Some of you endured abuse while trying to protect what little safety you had left. Some of you endured sexual trauma while still searching for shelter inside your own body. Some of you knew physical abuse as a constant

from parents who were supposed to protect you to narcissistic partners who replicated the damage with new vocabulary.

For the longest time, you thought it was you. You thought you were the problem. That you were too much, or not enough, or impossible to love correctly. You bent yourself smaller, quieter, softer believing that if you could just be better, the pain would stop. That inner room you built with locked doors, soft lights, secret rules It was instinct. I was the only love know to you trying to protect itself. I know there were nights you curled inward because nothing outside felt stable. So you became the parent. The protector. The witness. The one who stayed. Nothing you did was ever going to be enough for people who were never capable of loving without harm. The betrayals came early from those closest to you. Trust broken before it was fully formed. Innocence stolen before it had language. And then there were the preying eyes. The ones who resented your purity, who envied your light from the moment you entered the world. People who sensed your softness, your power, your openness and chose to interact with it through harm. They expected your endurance. They expected your silence. They expected you to survive quietly so they would never have to face what they did. They tried to dim your light. They tried to close your throat. They tried to convince you that speaking up was dangerous, that your truth was inconvenient, that your voice should stay locked away.

But you are still here.

Still breathing.

Still remembering.

Still reclaiming your voice.

And the very fact that you survived all of this through trial and error.  You learned self-love without a blueprint, that you kept your heart alive in a world that tried to harden it is not a flaw. It is proof that what they tried to extinguish was never weak. You survived what was designed to erase you. You survived systems that relied on your silence, people who depended on your self-doubt, bloodlines that passed pain down like inheritance and called it love. You were never weak. You were outnumbered. You were never broken. You were used. You were never “too sensitive.” You were telling the truth in environments that required lies to function. They didn’t misunderstand you. They understood exactly who you were and that’s why they tried to break you. Because a child who can still love after that kind of betrayal becomes an adult who cannot be controlled. So you learned to survive, You learned to read between danger and affection. You learned to shape-shift, appease, minimize, endure. But that phase is over. Now you speak. Now you name it. Now you remember everything. Inner Child Healing for Survivors

And here’s the part that ends bloodlines, You are no longer available for silence. You are no longer available for shrinking. You are no longer available for carrying the shame of others

just to keep the peace. There will be people who hate you for this version of you. Let them. Your liberation was never meant to be gentle to those who benefited from your pain. Your voice doesn’t need permission. Your anger doesn’t need justification. Your boundaries don’t need explanation. You are the one the curse ran into and couldn’t survive. The cycle stops in your body. The pattern breaks with you new found authority. The lies die when you speak.

And make no mistake what rose out of all that trauma is not someone fragile trying to heal. It is a sovereign being who knows exactly what they survived and refuses to pretend it didn’t matter. You are not here to reconcile with the past. You are here to outlive it.

And now

nothing that tried to silence you

gets to speak louder than you again.

~ Divine Alchemist High Priestess

If this spoke to you,

Share it. Save it. Read it out loud. Let your voice take up space for the first time without apology.

And if you’re ready to go deeper to untangle the trauma, break the cycle, and reclaim the parts of you that were silenced step into work that doesn’t gaslight your experience and doesn’t ask you to bypass your rage.

You don’t need fixing. You need remembrance.

This is your invitation to stop surviving quietly and start living out loud. Inner Child Healing for Survivors