Can I finish my sentences please

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Can I Finish My Sentences, Please? | Inner Child Healing + Soul-Up™ Regulation

💛 Activating a Protective Instinct for the Self

I used to just want to finish one sentence. Just one full thought… without someone waving me off, turning their back, or sighing like I was too much.

What I needed wasn’t correction. It was space. But I grew up around people who didn’t even know how to give that to themselves — let alone to me.

🧯 And when I finally spoke?
They acted like my feelings were the emergency.

🛑 Lo Que Aprendí... And What It Cost

In my house, silence was survival. You didn’t speak up unless it was safe — and it was rarely safe. I was told to obey, to smile, to stop crying — "before I give you something to cry about."

And still, somehow, I was expected to feel whole. 🤨

Maybe I gave off a vibe that I didn’t care about myself. But truthfully, I didn’t know how to. I was a mosaic of generational mixed messages, religious fear, and confusing rules like:

  • “Just do what I say.”
  • “Who told you it was okay to feel that way?”
  • “Fix your face before someone sees you.” 😐

🎯 I Wasn’t Funny — I Was Focused

Some kids used humor to survive. I used intensity. I wasn’t lighthearted — I was hyperaware. I wasn’t flexible — I was on guard.

I wasn’t funny, though I try now. 😅 Fun felt risky. I was busy reading the room, not playing in it. And I became a quiet, responsible, always-prepared little adult.

That’s not intuition — that’s hypervigilance™, a survival pattern from unhealed emotional pain.

💡 What Protecting Myself Looks Like Now

I used to think protecting myself meant being cold or distant. Pero no, mi amor. Now I know:

🛑 It means I can say:

  • “That didn’t feel right.”
  • “I need space — and I’m allowed to take it.”
  • “I’m not explaining myself today.” 🙃

This isn’t rebellion — it’s regulation™. It’s me integrating what I used to suppress. It’s Soul-Up™ work — without a hashtag, without a performance.

🧘🏽‍♀️ Still Learning to Play

I’m learning that rest doesn’t need to be earned. That softness isn’t the enemy. That wholeness doesn’t require me to be polished all the time.

💆🏽‍♀️ I can light a candle 🪔, pour some juice 🧃, close the door 🚪, and say: “This is my sacred time. No explanations.” No spreadsheet. No sage. Just presence. (Okay, maybe a little incense. 😌)

🇵🇷 Pa’lante... Even If You Were Never Allowed To Before

Some of us weren’t raised — we were managed. And now we’re figuring it out backwards... with grace, grit, and Google. 🧿

We’re not working on ourselves to win anyone’s approval. We’re integrating so we can breathe. So we can stop flinching when someone raises their voice. So we can walk away when the vibe ain’t it. 🕊️

We get to be full people. We get to laugh again. And we don’t need a permission slip to feel whole.™

✨ Want more like this? Browse the Inner Child Healing series →

Soul-Up™
Because Your Spirit Didn’t Come Here to Settle.


🌿 If this moved something in you, nourish that part.
✨ Your presence is sacred — your support makes it sustainable.

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