I found my daughter’s letters last week.
She didn’t know I saw them. They were tucked away in a box in her room—pages and pages of words she never said out loud.
Letters to a boy who didn’t value her.
A boy who liked her one day, ignored her the next. And there she was, in her own handwriting, chasing him. Trying to figure out what she did wrong. Trying to be enough.
And I just stood there, holding those letters, crying.
Because I saw myself at 17.
Writing those same letters. Feeling those same feelings. Chasing boys who didn’t see my worth.
Never telling my mother because I didn’t trust her enough to understand.
Here's the thing about mother-daughter wounds:
They don’t just affect you. They echo forward.
My mother didn’t know how to talk to me about boys, about feelings, about worth—because HER mother died when she was five. She had no model for it.
So the silence passed from her to me.
And now? That same silence was sitting in a box in my daughter’s room.
The cycle was repeating. Right in front of me.
So I did something my mother never did for me:
I knocked on her door. I sat down. And I told her:
“I found your letters. And I need you to know something.
You are not too much. You are not not enough. You don’t have to chase anyone to prove your worth.
The right person won’t make you wonder. The right person will KNOW your value.
And until then? You get to focus on YOU. On becoming the radiant woman you were created to be.
Not for him. For YOU.”
She cried. I cried. And something shifted between us.
That’s when I knew: This is the work.
Not just healing myself. But healing the space between us so she doesn’t have to carry what I carried. So she doesn’t pass it to HER daughter.
This is what breaking the cycle looks like.
It’s uncomfortable. It’s vulnerable. It requires you to do what your mother couldn’t do.
But it’s worth it.
Because your daughter is watching.
She’s watching how you treat yourself. How you let others treat you. Whether you stay silent or speak up. Whether you shrink or stand tall.
She’s learning what it means to be a woman, from YOU.
So I’m asking you today:
What are you teaching her?
Are you teaching her to chase? Or to receive?
Are you teaching her to prove her worth? Or to KNOW it?
Are you teaching her to disappear? Or to radiate?
The cycle doesn’t break on its own, Queen.
Someone has to decide: This ends with me.
Will it be you?
💬 If you have a daughter (or a mother, or both), drop a 💎 in the comments. Let’s break this cycle together.
P.S. If you’re ready to heal the mother-daughter wound—whether you’re healing FOR your daughter or healing the little girl inside YOU—I created something for you. Take my free 2-minute Radiance Archetype Quiz (link in bio) and discover the pattern that’s been holding you back. It’s time to break the cycle.
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