When A Woman Owns Herself…

The other day I sat in my therapist’s chair as we fleshed out some of my childhood experiences. In that session, he asked me to speak to a younger version of myself, and on the table at that point was my five (5) year old self. Based on the discussion we were having, she was the one I would have thought I’d want to chat with, but instinctively, I was drawn to my nine (9) old self. She was the one I chose to speak to.