Series • Wounded Child

An annihilating, but empowering stage to reach a state of: Reclaimeding (v.) Reclaimed enough but ever reclaiming... Fear not the flames, you are the fire.

A searing, but necessary stage to reach a state of: Healeding (v.) Healed enough but ever healing... If you don't let your past die, it won't let you live.

An "Examination of Decimation" of Wounded Adult Parts and their loss of: childhood, dignity, humaneness, will to live, genius, identity, radiance, power, wholeness, self-expression, equity, and choice.

An "Examination of Decimation" of Wounded Child Parts and their loss of: innocence, worth, self-esteem, appetite for life, self-compassion, nurturance, relevance, self-trust, safety, belonging, validity, and deservingness.

Have you ever fallen off a great wall and painstakingly put yourself back together again? That has a name, it's called: Opportestiny.

"Whatever pain you can’t get rid of, make it your creative offering." – Susan Cain

A series of 24 truth biscuits to install peace and levity in your heart and work. Use them to conjure your own truth medicine for what your Parts most need to hear.

Name the wounds. Shed the lies. Free the soul. Want to lead a revolution, unleash a masterpiece, or liberate yourself / this world? Then identify your top Wounded Child Archetypes to make a fuel change and reclaim your energy, peace, time, and freedom.

Are you a self-development junkie too? Have you signed up for every retreat that sparked your soul, every workshop that tickled your mind, and every healing modality that soothed your heart? I have...

Ever come home from school with a 99% and had your Asian parent ask you where the 1% went? How about coming home with 109% and still being asked there the 1% went. When the voice of "You're not enough!" are internalized, it turns to shame. Then under the magnifying glass of filial piety, it turns to self-hatred.

Who knew that "failing" at a ropes course would lead to my hyperachiever saboteur's RIP funeral. And the moment my feet touched the ground, a lightning bolt of truth shot through the back of my head, neck and shoulder blades, “How have I never mattered before? How is this the first time?”