Ever walk into a room and suddenly feel like you don’t belong — like the unsure eight-year-old version of you quietly takes over? This deeply personal reflection explores inner child wounds, unworthiness, and the strange way old stories resurface, especially around family or people who knew us “before.” If you’ve ever questioned whether you deserve beautiful things, this gentle reminder is for you: you belong here.

The heavy anchor of unworthiness has been pulling me down, a visceral tightness in my throat on a recent call. Beneath that tension is comparison, the exhausting ache that creeps in when I see another’s "straighter" path. The Libra Full Moon illuminates these old, heavy stories of "not enough." I’m choosing a gentle reframing: this feeling is an invitation to come home. I’m mourning the Ghost-Self and shedding the broken mask to honor my own sacred, unrepeatable rhythm.