
28/06/2025
Just coming out of session space feeling a tender feminine and the soul pattern where- the daughter becomes the emotional caretaker, the container, the bridge- a sacred ache carried by many.
Feeling grateful for holding space for such a deep witnessing through layers of grief, confusion, as well as the false inheritance that "love means holding the chaos."
To the ones whose mother could not hold her pain—
So she handed it to you.
To the ones whose childhood felt like initiation
into fires you never chose.
Emotional chaos.
Caretaking disguised as love.
Unspoken contracts written in silence:
"Be good. Be strong. Hold me together."
And you did.
You held.
You learned to read the room before you could read words.
You became the peacemaker, the balm, the little wise woman
long before your soul was ready.
But Beloved—
That was never love.
That was survival.
And your body remembers the cost.
You are not here to carry what your mother could not face.
You are not here to play therapist to the ones who never saw your tears.
You are not the firewood for their emotional storms.
You are the daughter who gets to return—
To her breath.
To her body.
To her own inner mother,
who does not throw her into the fire
but wraps her in cool waters of presence and truth.
You are not here to be the bridge.
You are here to be home.
If this stirs something inside,
If your soul whispers "this is me…"
Then this space is for you.
Come.
Let us meet in the temple of return,
Where the daughter is finally held
by something other than her own endurance.
Dimitra-7th Heaven ❤️🔥
Soul Session Space | Inner Mother Healing | Emotional Unburdening