Dear Inner Child (Spoken Word): Episode 374

A quiet ache can echo for years, shaping how we love, trust, and show up. This episode leans into that ache with honesty and care, tracing the line from father wounds and inner child pain to a steady, lived sense of worth. We speak candidly about the moments that make us feel small—being talked at, not to; watching others be celebrated; wondering why love seems conditional—and we show how naming these patterns loosens their grip without turning our story into a diagnosis.

Across a reflective, poetic arc, we explore how comparison rubs raw against fragile self-concept and why familiar pain keeps finding us until we choose differently. You’ll hear a shift from why me to my turn, supported by simple tools that anyone can use: boundary-setting that protects connection and anchor faith in daily life, and a choose, act, reflect, repair, repeat loop that builds resilience without pretending the road is easy. Tears are not a setback here; they are data and release, a sign that the body is clearing space for something truer.

Faith runs like a spine through the conversation—not as a shortcut, but as a practice that steadies attention when doubt gets loud. We talk about speaking to the inner child with respect, catching the urge to flee before it steers the day, and stepping toward opportunities even when readiness feels far away. By the end, the promise is simple and hard-won: healing is underway, you are not alone, and hope grows stronger each time you choose it. If this resonates, share it with someone who needs a gentle word today, subscribe for more grounded reflections, and leave a review telling us the line that stayed with you.

"You can't have a wish that only hopes" - Jason Abel -

Music Info: Sad & Somber (Free Music) - "DISINTEGRATING" by @Myuu 🇺🇸

Transcript

Echoes Of Old Wounds

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It's the echoes of the wounds we often see. It's the traumas from the past that hurt so deeply. It's the unknown silence and always asking, Dear God, why me? Everything about me seems to be a mystery. Is it my fatherly wounds? My inner child wounds, my trust wounds, only knowing how to try and heal them on my own. Thoughts flowing through my mind, constantly wondering if I'm all alone. Watching others being celebrated, surrounded by many friends and family. When is it my turn to receive a trophy? Lacking self-concept and never understanding what I did wrong or why so much anger caused him to dislike me. Instead of being loved by someone, I find myself wondering or asking what I have done to upset them. It's people who talk at me instead of to me. I pull away as it makes me feel like a child again, always searching to be understood, while never asking for an understanding. The very people I try to run away from are the only people I seem to keep attracting. Is it still my inner child that's lost in the midst of all the world's misunderstandings? I can't have a wish that only keeps hoping. I am given too many opportunities, and now I must make a choice to keep going. Every time I almost let go and give up, it is God who always finds me and keeps me. And one day, I know it'll be my turn. And these tears that I'm seeing, they're cleansing the pain that I'm feeling. And to my inner child. You're only healing, and God is always with you, and you're never alone. Stay blessed.