Your Inner Child is not broken

Little Girls with Big Eyes

There’s a kind of ache that never goes away. Not really. You learn to live with it, like a crooked tooth or a limp you pretend isn’t there. Most of us carry around some younger version of ourselves. Little girls with big eyes. Boys with backpacks too heavy. Kids who waited at the window for someone who never came. And we carry them—into jobs, into relationships, into our art.