The Morning My Inner Self Cried Out for Me

This morning my son’s screams cracked something open in me… but what broke wasn’t my patience — it was the part of myself I’ve ignored for years. What happened next felt like an inner rebirth, a remembering, a contract between body and soul. This is the story of how I finally turned toward her… and what she told me when I did.

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