The Girl Who Disappeared (And Why You Must Go Find Her)
More than a decade ago, I went looking for a little girl who’d gone missing.
Once, I knew her so well.
I understood her soul.
I lived with her dreams.
We were co-conspirators.
She was my only true friend.
We spent every waking hour together.
We climbed trees that called to be climbed.
We mothered too many kittens to count.
We whispered our monster fears to each other—secrets nobody else knew.
And then… something happened.
I don’t know exactly what.
But somewhere between spelling tests and growing up, she disappeared.
At six, she was plotting her future as the owner of a sprawling horse ranch in Colorado.
Blueprints. Business plans. Buckets of vision.
At seven, she was writing her first novel.
The protagonist? A sharp little detective solving a neighborhood robbery.
And then in third grade, she vanished.
The weirdest part?
Nobody noticed she was gone.
You’re Not Alone
This story isn’t unique.
In fact, I hear it all the time from women I work with—especially the high achievers, the leaders, the do-it-all-with-a-smile types.
They tell me about the loss of…
Direction
Presence
Confidence
Identity
At some point, the wild child—the dreamy, imaginative, rebellious soul with a cosmic streak and ancient wisdom—goes missing.
Why?
Because the world doesn’t know what to do with a wild child.
Because people don’t always love an eight-year-old who talks like an oracle and challenges the rules.
They like neat.
They like quiet.
They like compliant and convenient.
They like humans who fit in boxes that aren’t even people-shaped.
And so slowly, that child disappears.
Bends.
Shrinks.
Hides.
I Went Looking for Her
I didn’t know what happened to her.
But I knew I needed to find her again.
So I went looking.
I did the deep work.
I tried—over and over—to coax her back to the surface.
And every time I got close, she’d shrink away.
It’s hard to believe in yourself when the world has trained you not to.
But here’s the truth:
She didn’t leave because she was broken.
She left because she wasn’t safe.
We Don’t Heal in Isolation
If you’ve ever lost yourself in burnout, in motherhood, in people-pleasing or high-performance perfectionism—
You know this story.
You didn’t stop dreaming.
You were just taught to dim it.
You didn’t stop being magical.
You were just told you were too much.
But that version of you—the girl with grass-stained knees and a firecracker heart?
She’s still in there.
And she’s waiting.
You Don’t Need Permission to Come Back to Life
There will always be judgment for those who return to themselves unapologetically.
There will always be whispers when you stop waiting for permission.
And yet—I’m doing it anyway.
I hope you do too.
If You’re Ready to Remember Who You Are…
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A deep dive back into the truth of you.
Your child self has waited long enough.
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This is for you if you’ve been stuck.
This is for you if you’ve been unseen.
This is for you if you’ve forgotten what you want—or if you know what you want, but it feels just out of reach.
The cost of staying hidden?
Too high.
Come back to yourself.
I want you in the room.
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