As tears rolled down my cheeks, releasing layers of physical and emotional pain from deep within, I heard a whisper. Who could it be? It was my angel friend, Angelic Mister Rogers. With his gentle guidance, he reminded me that what happened to me as a child wasn’t a reflection of my worth or divinity as a child of the Goddess. Instead, he helped me see that my mom’s struggles with severe mental health issues caused the pain I endured.
Angelic Mister Rogers comforted the little girl inside me, telling her it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t right for my mother’s anger to scar her soul, nor was it just for her to strip away the very breath that gave her life.
After losing my dad in 2022 and hitting rock bottom, I discovered something hidden away—my medium gifts. They had always been there, veiled beneath trauma, shaped like inflammation and CPTSD. That carefree, pure-hearted little girl who deserved joy and playtime never had the chance. That was taken from her. My mom used me as her punching bag; my dad treated me as his scapegoat.
Today, I share this message not out of sadness, but from a place of growth and reflection. For those of us who work in caregiving fields—healthcare, senior homes, or beyond—we pour so much of ourselves into others that we forget to care for our souls.
Hitting rock bottom became the greatest gift I ever gave myself. I learned to say no to those who didn’t honor me. I turned inward to meditate and heal. In doing so, I gave that little girl inside me a voice and the love she had always deserved.
To whoever needs this today: Remember how lucky you are to breathe. Coming from someone who almost lost that gift in moments of violence, I ask you to pause. Take a deep breath. Place your hands over your heart. Whisper softly to your inner child, “You matter. You are enough.”
Sending you blessings,
Heather Ann Ferri
