Hi all, I wanted to share the insights that came through for me during today’s live session and the Identity Shift worksheet. There was a real synchronicity in what came up today. The session touched on the same themes that had already been moving through me: the patterns I created to protect myself, the need to be good, and the deep pain of feeling invisible. During the meditation, the screen on the left was completely blank. I could not see anything. Then the truth of it landed in me: I could not see myself. I was invisible to me. The worksheet was so accurate that it moved me to tears. It felt as though, in that moment, something in me had finally been seen, felt, and heard. I could clearly see the thread running through it all: the waiting game, the “when/then” belief, and the protective roles of the people-pleaser and fixer. I am sharing these memories because they helped me understand where that pattern began. The first memory was from when I ran away from home at eleven and stayed away for a week. Looking back, I can see it was not simply rebellion. It was a child wanting to be seen, heard, valued, and missed. I wanted my mother to notice how much I helped her. I wanted my absence to matter. I remember waiting for a knock on the door, hoping it would be the police looking for me because my mother had reported me missing. That knock never came. When I eventually went home, my mother said nothing. She ignored me. My absence was not spoken about, and my pain was not acknowledged. I went to my bedroom feeling defeated, helpless, and deeply sad. The next day, I cleaned the house as usual, because that was what I knew how to survive. I felt powerless. The next memory was from when I was thirteen. I was in a shop and suddenly stopped dead in my tracks because I saw a man with a beard and thought, Oh my God, that is my father. I did not know my father. He was absent from my life, and the only thing I knew about him was that he had a beard. I stood there with such a strong longing to know him. In my mind, he had become the person who might one day rescue me. I wanted to ask his name, but then I saw he was with his wife and I thought, What if she does not know he has a daughter? What if I cause pain? Even then, I put other people’s feelings before my own need to know the truth. I did not want to upset anyone. I did not feel important enough to ask. I was invisible.