Trauma and Neurodivergent Coach

🎂 Being Celebrated After Trauma

Here is an honest, and tender letter to all the children who were forgotten, invisible, unloved — but who still made it.

💌 A Letter to the Children Who Survived the Unthinkable

To the child who sat in the corner, not because they wanted to be alone, but because nobody ever came looking for them…

To the one who celebrated pretend birthdays in their minds, because no one remembered — or cared to make it special...

To the child who learned to be small, to be pleasing, to be invisible, because being loud, messy, or “too much” brought punishment, not presence…

To the one who flinched when they heard footsteps, who stopped asking for things because hope hurt too much, who stopped crying because no one came—

To the ones who were punished for being sensitive, who were told they were dramatic or attention-seeking when they were actually hurting…

To the child who gave love to everyone else—parents, siblings, teachers, partners— but received confusion, rejection, or coldness in return...

To the one who never got tucked in, never had someone ask “how was your day?” never had anyone notice they were growing, or struggling, or scared...

To the one who had to raise themselves. To the one who still sometimes feels like no one is coming...

This letter is for you.

You were always worthy. Not when you got good grades. Not when you stayed quiet. Not when you acted perfect to avoid punishment. Not when you made yourself useful or funny or helpful. Not even when you stopped asking for anything.

You were worthy just because you existed. Because you were born. Because you breathed. Because you were here.

And the tragedy is: they didn’t see it. They didn’t cherish you. They were too hurt, too broken, too blind to notice the miracle you were.

And that was never your fault.

They made you believe you had to earn love. That love was conditional. Transactional. Painful. But love — real love — does not ask you to shrink to fit into someone else’s lack.

You weren’t bad. You weren’t a burden. You were a child who needed what every child needs: Warmth. Safety. Presence. Delight.

And because you didn’t get it — You learned to survive instead of live. To endure instead of celebrate. To hide instead of bloom.

And yet, somehow… You are still here.

You made it.

Even with all that grief in your bones. Even with no map, no guide, no safe arms.

You are here. And you are not invisible anymore.

You deserve softness now. You deserve joy. You deserve a cake you actually like, and music that makes you want to dance barefoot, and someone — even if it’s just you at first — who looks at you like you’re a wonder.

You deserve to be known. To be chosen. To be seen.

And if the world didn’t do that then, we do that now.

We light a candle today for you. We say your name — the one that didn’t get said with love often enough. We honor your survival. We hold space for all the grief and all the hope you carry.

We tell you:

You are not broken. You were abandoned, and that is not the same thing. You are not unlovable. You were unmet. That is not your shame to carry. You are not too late. You are right on time.

And even if you have to start from scratch — with your own hands, your own voice, your own quiet rituals of care — you are building the life you deserved back then.

And that is sacred work.

Happy birthday, sweetheart. Happy rebirth, too. You're allowed to begin again.

With all the love in the world, A fellow survivor 🌷

🎧 MOVIES, MUSIC & ART for the Uncelebrated Inner Child

Here’s a curated list of music, movies, and more that reflect or help process these themes:

🎵 MUSIC

🎬 MOVIES

📚 Books / Resources