Mar 27 (edited) • General discussion
The Daughter Wound Shows Up in the Smallest Moments
I paid a locksmith yesterday. Filing cabinet lock. Handled it. Put the receipt in my budget and moved on.
Then came the voice. She was standing there in the kitchen.
“Don’t you have bills to pay? You shouldn’t be spending your money on that.” “ You need to save your money for emergencies.”
Not from a stranger. From the woman who raised me.
This is what the daughter wound looks like in everyday life. It doesn’t always arrive as a dramatic moment. Sometimes it’s a Thursday afternoon . Sometimes it’s a locksmith.
Sometimes it’s someone who was supposed to believe in your competence reminding you again that they don’t.
The daughter wound taught us to second guess ourselves. To shrink. To explain and justify basic adult decisions to people who were never going to validate them anyway.
I have money. I handled it. I moved on.
That’s what healing looks like. Not the absence of the voice. But the moment you stop letting it author your next move.
Happy Friday. Go handle your thing.
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The Daughter Wound Shows Up in the Smallest Moments
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