People don’t enter your life without reason. Every encounter holds something meaningful to reflect on. Throughout my life, I’ve connected with many people, some with whom I had a profound impact, while others remained in the background, offering smaller lessons.

In recent years, I’ve been reconnecting with my inner child, a journey both painful and transformative. I’ve learned that even when friends don’t fully understand, that’s okay. Everyone’s healing path is unique, and just as I can’t grasp the depth of their inner world, they can’t always grasp mine.

Much of my healing came through my spiritual connection with a young girl in my family. From the moment she was born, I felt an unexplainable bond and an overwhelming urge to be there for her. Watching her young parents continue living much as they had before children took me back to my own childhood, but with one major difference. My parents worked tirelessly to provide food, clothing, and schooling. The stress of survival weighed heavily on them, leaving little room to understand emotions or the deeper needs of their children, and often, they took their frustrations out on us. Her parents, on the other hand, were consumed by a lifestyle of partying, often going out at night and returning irritable toward their own child. In the end, the outcome was the same: we both had parents too absorbed in their own struggles or lifestyle to truly understand the depth of raising a child.

As a child, I had no choice but to retreat into my own bubble to survive. Because of that, I wanted to wrap this little girl in the love, protection, and support I had once longed for.At first, I thought I was saving her. But in truth, I was healing myself through her. She mirrored my own inner child, the one who yearned for safety, guidance, and unconditional love. Protecting her became a way of protecting the part of me that had once been left unprotected.

Now, at seven, our bond has healed us both. I’ve given her love, attention, conversations, games, art, and experiences to help her realize her potential, and in turn, she has helped me confront the wounds that haunted me for years. Though her home environment wasn’t perfect, and though I struggled at times with her parents, trying to teach them the true needs of a child, I eventually found peace when I realized that my inner child no longer depended on others for healing. In fact, this journey brought me into greater harmony with her parents too, who have walked their own difficult path alongside mine. Today, I can say they have found a balance, learning how to be parents while still enjoying their lives.

The deeper lesson is this: we all carry childhood imprints, trauma, neglect, or hurtful words that shape our lives. People who stir strong emotions in us, whether love, frustration, or discomfort are often mirrors, reflecting unresolved parts of ourselves. When you encounter such emotions, I urge you to pause and ask: What lesson am I meant to learn here? Until we face those wounds, life will keep sending us the same reflections through others.

Healing begins by looking inward. Whether through prayer, meditation, spiritual guidance, or energy work, we must find the tools that help us release old pain. Only then can we stop carrying trauma forward and begin to live in peace, love, and wholeness.

Namaste. 🌸