For the Child I Still Carry

You might see children in my drawings and think this space was made for them.
But this blog isn’t for children.
It’s for the child we all once were
the one who waited quietly,
the one who didn’t know how to ask,
the one who still lives inside us softly, invisibly, tenderly.

I draw children because that’s where healing begins.
Not with who we are today,
but with who we were when silence wrapped around us.

This space is a whisper to that child.
A reminder they were always worthy of love,
even when no one said it.

Each story here carries a fragment of that invisible childhood:
a moment that hurt,
a hug that never came,
a question that was never answered.

If these words stir something in you
a lump in your throat,
a memory you’d buried,
a feeling you thought was gone
that’s the child in you, finally being seen.

Welcome home.

If this touched your heart, you’re welcome to write to me.
I read every message with care.
hello@theinvisiblewhisper.com