11/15/2025
I have been working with this teenage part of me in therapy and she is really starting to speak up. She is the one who grew up feeling too much for one parent and not enough for the other. And honestly, when I look back, of course that would confuse any kid. You end up constantly scanning the room wondering who you need to be in order to feel safe.
So I learned to mask without even realizing it. Shrink myself in one moment. Shine a little brighter in another. Try to be agreeable here. Try to be impressive there. Just trying to get it right.
And even now as an adult, I can see how that shows up. That little question in the back of my mind. Am I being too much. Am I not enough. Should I shift a little so everyone stays comfortable.
But something really softened for me this week. I realized that showing up differently is not the same as hiding. It does not mean I am abandoning myself. It just means I am choosing which part of me steps forward. And when that choice comes from self, it is still me. Fully me.
I made this collage after therapy and it honestly felt so healing. Seeing all these versions of myself together. The tired ones. The excited ones. The creative ones. The overwhelmed ones. The playful ones. The ones who still need reassurance. Every single one of them trying to protect me in their own way.
And it reminded me that nothing about me has ever been too much or not enough. I was just adapting. And now I get to be flexible in a healthy way. Soft when I need softness. Strong when I need strength. Quiet when that feels right. Loud when my heart wants to be loud. Still me. Always me.
If you are meeting your own parts again or slowly taking off old masks, I am right here with you. It is tender work. And it is powerful.
Let your roots be loud. 🌿✨