The Us in Me: When the Inner Child Speaks

There are moments in our healing when what was buried finds its voice, not a whisper, not a well-behaved murmur, but a cry - loud, aching, unedited. The blog posts you're reading, drawn from the collection I call The Us in Me, began with such a cry.

In 2015, at a healing retreat, I was first introduced to the idea of tending to my inner child, the child who had experienced pain, confusion, abandonment, and abuse. I had lived with her voice muted for many years, believing perhaps it was safer that way. But healing demanded something braver: to let her speak. To let her be heard.

What followed was a series of writings in which I gave her the pen. She was blunt, courageous, and heartbreaking, but she was finally free to say what she had been forced to silence. These reflections were not written for performance or pity; they were written because a voice long buried needed breath.

As the adult I am today, I began to realize that I could step in and care for this child in a way she had never experienced before. I could finally parent her. I could stand beside her, listen to her cries, believe her, and remind her: you are no longer alone.

This is the work of The Us in Me.

Each post you read may echo a Psalm: a raw lament, a cry for justice, a plea for rescue. Like the psalmists, I do not shy away from the challenging language, the uncomfortable truth, or the bold demands made to God. The Psalms permit us to wail, rage, question, and long for mercy in the same breath. They show us that God not only allows this, but He receives it. Then, like a loving Parent, He tends to our wounds, speaks gently to our aches, and invites us into His healing.

As you read, I invite you to enter this sacred space with reverence. The child you will meet in these words is honest, unfiltered, and brave. She will tell you things that are hard to hear. But she is no longer stuck there. She is held now by me, and I believe, by God.

If you have a child within you who is still waiting to speak, may this be your permission? If you feel shaken by what you read, breathe and let your heart speak. And if you long to know that healing is possible, I hope you find a quiet yes on these pages.

God hears. God receives. God restores.

Even this. Even you. Even me.

-Kimi

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-Originally posted in a collection of poems and letters entitled The Us in Me as part of a healing project where one encounters the wounded child within from my first website, Becoming Sound (2018). Please click the tag The Us in Me to explore further.