Returning to My Inner Knowing

 I believe we are all born intuitive.

As children, we know what we feel. We know what feels safe and what doesn’t. We know when something is true, even if we don’t yet have words for it.

But then the world begins to teach us otherwise.

We learn to trust the adults around us, even when their version of reality conflicts with our own. For a child, there is little choice. Our caregivers are our first God-like figures, and our survival depends upon them.

When fear and punishment enter the picture, intuition gets pushed aside.

We learn to question ourselves.

To ignore our feelings.

To become who we think others want us to be.

At least, that was my story.

By the time I reached adulthood, I had become skilled at looking outside myself for answers. Other people’s opinions often carried more weight than my own inner knowing.

But healing has been teaching me something different.

Beneath the fear, beneath the conditioning, beneath all the voices that told me who I should be, there is still a quiet wisdom waiting for me.

I call it intuition.

I call it God.

To me, they walk hand in hand.

And as I move forward, I have made a promise to myself:

To listen.

To trust.

And to honor the truth that lives within me.