29/04/2026
Wow… I hope I can put this into words that make sense, but I invite you all to try this little technique and see if anything comes up for you.
For the last few weeks I’ve been feeling completely wiped out. Fatigued. Heavy. Like there was something sitting in me that I just couldn’t shift.
Tonight, I decided to tune into my inner voice and ask myself, what do I need?
The answer that came through was: a mini healing session on yourself.
So, with strict “do not disturb me” instructions given to the kids and husband, I went into our bedroom, popped on some healing frequency music, lay on the ground with my hand on my heart, relaxed into myself, gave myself a wee third-eye massage, and asked my spirit guides to assist if needed.
I closed my eyes and immediately saw my child self — no older than five — sitting and looking out at the view. I could feel her emotions so strongly. She felt unheard. Like no one cared. Like she was completely alone.
And then I thought, I need to rewrite this.
Because I could feel that my child self believed no one was coming to support her.
Then I saw an older version of myself — older than I am now — walk over to her, sit beside her, gently cuddle her, and ask her if she was okay and if she wanted to talk.
And she did.
She expressed how she felt, and in return she was spoken to in a way that made her feel supported, heard, loved, and cared for.
Then I burst into tears, lying there on the floor, completely overwhelmed and shocked by the sudden wave of emotion.
This is what releasing can feel like.
This is real.
And this is the part so many of us either don’t make time for, don’t understand, or dismiss as “too woo woo.”
But it’s real.
Our bodies hold these feelings, especially the ones formed before the age of seven. They can become stored in our cells, our muscles, and our nervous system — shaping how we react, protect ourselves, and move through the world.
My ego was so reactive for years. Slowly, it’s softening.
It’s softening because I’m releasing these imprints left on my body.
I reacted because it was a safety mechanism my nervous system had created to protect me. But one by one, these imprints are being seen, held, released, and cleared.
It starts within. It always has.
It’s just been so taboo, so dismissed, and so crushed down that many of us were taught to disconnect from the very parts of ourselves that need us the most.
So take the time to listen to your inner voice. Not the first anxious thought. Not the overthinking. I mean stop. Rest. Close your eyes. Place your hand on your heart and truly listen to your source.
It’s incredible how much pain our bodies can hold from years of ignoring ourselves, from trying to “harden up,” instead of gently tuning in.
Your inner child is still there.
And sometimes, she’s just waiting for you to come back and sit beside her.
And believe me — it’s not that my parents didn’t support me, because of course they did. My mum would come and sit with me, talk with me when I was upset, and care for me deeply.
But no matter how loving our parents were, and no matter how good of a parent we try to be ourselves, these imprints can happen in seconds.
Children feel emotions so deeply. Sometimes those feelings are intense, overwhelming, and relentless. A moment that seems small to an adult can feel huge to a child.
And truthfully, these imprints don’t only happen in childhood.
They can happen at any stage of life — through a disagreement with your spouse, an argument with a friend, a harsh interaction with a stranger, a stressful work incident, heartbreak, rejection, loss… any moment where emotion lands deeply enough to leave a mark.
So be gentle on yourself.
Because while you may carry imprints from others, you have no doubt unknowingly created one on someone else too. We all have.
That doesn’t make us bad people. It makes us human.
We are all learning, all reacting from our own wounds at times, all trying to love and be loved while carrying things we may not even realise are still there.
So choose softness.
For yourself.
For those who hurt you.
For those you may have hurt without meaning to.
Healing isn’t about blame. It’s about awareness, compassion, and choosing differently when we know better.
It’s a forever-flowing river — it’s best not to battle upstream when you can ride the current, no matter how stormy the weather. 💖
