Dear ,

I know it’s June, and Father’s Day is looming — another reminder of the relationships that shaped us, or failed us.

Before we move there, I want to hold space for the Mother Wound.

Because healing is layered, and some wounds don’t heal in a neat, tidy straight line.

Some wounds, like the one left by the mother who was supposed to love you unconditionally but couldn't, seep quietly through every relationship, every decision, every moment you doubt your own worth.…

…until we choose to stop the cycle.

These wounds whisper lies: "You're too much." "You're not enough." "Love has conditions."

They bleed into your friendships when you apologize for taking up space. They bleed into your work when you dim your light to avoid being "too much." They bleed into your mirror when you see everything that's wrong instead of everything that's beautiful.

🖋 Soul Work: This week, I invite you to pause.

Speak to the child inside you who is still waiting, still hoping, still believing (s)he might finally be enough. Close your eyes and see that younger version of you who needed so much more than you received.

• What did young need to hear?
• What kind of love did you crave as a child, teenager, young adult?

Hear the voice of the mother you needed but didn’t have. Now write a letter to yourself from that voice. Finally hear the words that could have changed everything. Mother yourself, as you would have wanted to be mothered.

With tenderness,

Dr. H

Cultivating Quiet Power & Lasting Confidence

www.drhtheconfidencebuilder.com