That 3rd eye, that intuition & ability to read people— quickly and carefully—has served me well.
It’s one of the positives of struggling with emotional pain on your own when you are very young.
I remember often wishing someone would talk to me about the traumas that surrounded me, just to confirm my truth & soothe my fears.
It didn’t happen. And I so often thought, even as a 6 year old, why don’t adults realize kids know what’s going on? Why don’t they acknowledge me and my involvement in it all.
I look back on childhood photos noticing the sweet innocence in my face with gratitude that I haven’t lost the sweetness. That I had the presence to take care of myself and use my journey to strengthen my will and exercise my curiosity to be the best I could be…even when those who should have nourished those things were immersed in their own stories.
Now in adulthood, I cherish what these early experiences forced forward—even when mourning the loss of what wasn’t there for me.
My guy talks about radical acceptance…not suffering for what was or wishing to change what is, but accepting truth and navigating from there.
Wherever my path, I have chosen one of authenticity and appreciating that 3rd eye honed so early and trusting it to guide me.