'So Many Broken Children Living In Grown Bodies Mimicking Adult Lives.' -Find Your Truth

Never lose the precious kid in your heart💟

How do you find your long lost inner child?
How do you continue to grow in life, without losing touch with the most important part of yourself?
How do you heal from childhood trauma?

Can you remember?
As kids, we are told that we can be anything we wish to become!
Whether that is a ballerina, an astronaut, a zoologist! Anything, really!
But as we age, we come to realize how that is not exactly possible.
It'd be fun to work for the NASA, but it's definitely not an option available for the majority of us.

Talking about the NASA....
I've always been fascinated with them.
Maybe it's beause as a kid I've been to Cap Canaveral in Florida.
And so yesterday, I put my hand on this shirt..... 🚀
It was love at first sight for us both!😍

As we grow older, we realize how different our future is from the one we have been dearly promised.
We slowly stop to live in the present, and we lose touch with an important aspect of ourselves: our sense of play.

Lately, I have been having many vivid dreams, and for some of them, I should rather say nightmares.
Since I have been going through a lot of changes in my life the past months, I came to ask myself if by any chance, they were somehow metaphors of the reality.
There has been a handful of aspects from these dreams that stem from certain of my childhood memories.

Yesterday, my best friend asked me a very powerful question, as we were talking about our inner children.
''Sabrina'' he said, ''at what age did you feel the most pain?''
I simply didn't know.
Was it at 16 years old when my parents divorced, at 5, or at 12?
And then, I decided to go back and take a look at my photo albums to get closer to find my truth.
Each picture evokes a different memory, and it still feels surreal to me how for some of them, I feel as if they happened just yesterday.
I still have mental images in my head of how I felt like, even 15 years later.

When I found this picture, I couldn't help but tell my mom ''Mom, I love myself so much!''
And she was simply touched to hear me say those words out loud.
It awoke in me a profound form of love toward myself.
I just wanted to jump in the picture, hug myself tightly, and protect my soft soul.
I can just see from looking at that picture how shy and pure I was.
My hands anxiously placed on my stomach, I did not want to take a lot of space.
It was the day I graduated preschool, and I still remember how in love I was with the teacher standing to my left side.
That is one thing I strongly remember about myself as a children, I was always hugging my teachers, I wanted to be close to them. I was also very excited when special occasions came, so I could buy them gifts.
The lack of emotional support, love, and affection coming from my father figure, made me want to give and receive love from any outside source I could find.
I had this huge void inside of myself, and I would go to great lengths to try to fill it.
Until I realized that it could only be filled by myself.

On some days, it really hits me.
I wonder how I turned out growing up with such a soft and empathetic soul, while being exposed to the complete opposite.
It does not change the fact that I will carry wounds for the rest of my life, but there's not a day that goes by that I don't thank god for not having turned me into a mean entitled person.
I really do think that an angel was looking out for me.

When I stumbled upon this picture, I was like, wow, even from a young age, I was destined to become a guru!
Look at my long white robe!
I have a question for you guys, do you believe in having lived a past life?
Or, do you believe in the afterlife?
I would love to hear what other human beings think on this matter 💫 💙

I am not quite sure if I have mentioned it before, but for those of you who wish to heal their own inner child, I invite you to read John Bradshaw amazing bestselling book, ''Homecoming: reclaiming and healing your inner child.''
This book changed my life, and I will for sure read it again and again for the rest of my life.

I went back to my old childhood journals.
To my old pictures, as some of them I've shared with you already.
I wrote letters.
I shed some tears.
I opened my heart to feel what there was to feel.
I believe it is all part of the process of healing.
Please let him out.
He yearns for your unconditional love and protection.💜

Sincerely,
Sab 💖