7. The Courage to Heal: Listening to the Inner Child

In this episode, Sirona West shares her deeply personal journey of healing from childhood trauma, including experiences of sex trafficking and abuse. She discusses the importance of support resources for survivors, her spiritual approaches to healing, and the process of rewriting her childhood narrative to reclaim her power and identity. Through her story, she emphasizes the significance of facing painful memories, the concept of soul fragmentation, and the transformative power of energy work in her healing journey.

Takeaways:

• You do not have to navigate this alone.
• Help is available and you deserve support.
• Facing the demons of childhood can been intense.
• The spiritual journey involves using pain to grow.
• Healing often requires time and courage to face difficult truths.
• Parts of us may detach or fragment to survive pain.
• Soul retrieval is a beautiful process of reclaiming lost parts of us.
• We magnetize people and situations into our lives for specific reasons.
• The healing process continues and never really ends.
• Rewriting our childhood stories can be empowering. 

Chapters

00:00 Introduction to Healing and Personal Journey
03:59 Facing Childhood Trauma
07:18 The Impact of Family Dynamics
10:21 Revisiting Memories and Healing
12:47 Soul Fragmentation and Retrieval
14:46 Creating a New Narrative
17:43 The Power of Community and Support
21:01 Empowerment Through Storytelling
23:48 Conclusion and Future Aspirations
41:14 Support Resources for Survivors
42:12 Community and Mental Health Support

Transcript

Welcome back loves. Let's go ahead and take a nice deep breath together in through the nose and out through the mouth.

Ahhhh

So today's episode is going to be a little different and it contains explicit material that is not suitable for kids. To my own children, if and when you find yourself listening to this, I want to acknowledge that I will be sharing things about my childhood that we haven't talked about before. This is an important part of my healing process for me to share it.

And I want you to know that I have so much support around me. I'm surrounded by love, my soul family, healers and therapists who helped me work through these challenging memories as they come up. And while sharing this is important for me, I want you to know there is no need for you to listen to this episode. At some point, we will have our own opportunity to talk about these things openly where you can ask questions and express your feelings in a safe space. So if you're feeling guided to skip this episode for now, that is absolutely okay. I love you.

As a general note about the content of this episode, I want to mention that I've been fortunate enough to attend traditional therapy with an incredible psychologist and I've greatly benefited from those sessions. She's allowed me to express who I am in my fullness to process things in a safe, supportive space. And so I encourage anyone who's looking for healing from severe trauma to be discerning in choosing the modalities that will most support you.

In this episode, I'm focusing more on my spiritual approaches rather than the work I've done with my therapist. But combining both therapy and spiritual healing has been incredibly powerful for me. And it's allowed me to move things, move through things in a way that has cut down the time I need in therapy immensely.

So I'm going to begin by describing what I'm feeling right now. I feel nauseous, anxious, and as though my body is in fight or flight mode. I'm agitated and worried. I feel like a little girl curled up in the corner with my knees pulled tightly to my chest, hiding my face in the space between my arms.

I have a slight headache and I just want to sleep. I've cried at least three times since I woke up today. And the first thing I said when I sat up in bed was "Angels, I need help today." But despite all of this discomfort, it's time for me to transmute this energy here on the podcast, no matter how difficult it is.

The last episode ended with me going to jail. And it would be natural to begin this episode by sharing what happened when I got there, what happened with the kids. And certainly there is a lot to say. But as I was sitting with this, I felt that something else wanted to come through today.

So I'm going to share something very personal about my childhood experiences as they've deeply influenced some of the decisions that I've made in my life. Why I've magnetized certain energies and people. There are different ways to approach this and I want to approach it from the perspective of the Soul. So if we look at it that way, then everything that happened was part of a larger plan to help me root down, grow and discover my strengths, compassion, my power.

And it also deals with karma, balancing past life experiences, soul contracts, and all those aspects that are designed to facilitate this growth. So this is the approach I'm working with at this stage in my personal healing journey. And it's the same approach I use to help others through their trauma. A big part of the spiritual journey involves looking at, feeling, and using that pain that we've gone through to become more of who we are. For me, that means sharing this story, not only to demonstrate this healing process for others so that you feel a little bit safer to share your own story, but because it's my process. It's just what I'm meant to do.

So before I dive further into the adult experiences that have shaped my life, I need to share what I've been working through all year. Facing the demons of my childhood has been intense, but it's something I've made space to acknowledge now that I'm no longer living in survival mode. Now that I've created a strong support system where I can finally face these truths.

Last night as I was getting into bed and thinking about recording this episode, I was prompted to consider the date. It was December 9th, which means today is December 10th. And this is a significant date because it marks four years to the day since one of my children first shared with us what they were going through, which mirrors what I'm sharing today.

So despite all the discomfort in sharing this story, I want to say thank you to my children. Their courage in showing up again and again empowers me to speak my truth now, and I'm deeply grateful for that. Now I'm going to share what it was like growing up in a household where I sex trafficked from age four to just after my seventh birthday. The sexual abuse and other forms of abuse by my stepdad, who we'll call Mark, began before that.

Like most of the stories I'm sharing on this podcast, there are many layers. So I want to clarify who I'm talking about here. When I was born, my mom was dating Mark and the story goes that she had broken up with my biological father before realizing she was pregnant with me. It was a complex relationship because my dad was black, my mom was white, and her family did not approve. Over time, my dad's drinking became an issue and he became violent and so she left him.

And asked her to marry him when he found out she was pregnant, but she said no. And so I never met him until I was an adult, which is the whole other story. So she met Mark through her pastor at church. He was white and although she was not attracted to him and thought he was kind of a weirdo, he seemed like someone who could support her, especially given that she was carrying another man's child.

So they married a few months after I was born and eventually had two more kids, my sisters. And I'm using a different name for him, not to protect him, but because right now this is about me, not him. In fact, I haven't had any contact with him since I was 19. The difficulty in telling this story comes more from the complex relationship I have with my Mom.

It's been strained for a long time and I've touched on that in previous episodes, but the little girl in me still wants to please her, still doesn't want to make her uncomfortable and still struggles to admit how deeply her choices left me feeling vulnerable and unprotected throughout my life. Earlier this year, I told her I needed space and we didn't communicate again until I discovered my kids were at her house in June. And if you haven't listened to previous episodes, you can find more about that part of the story in episode 2.

So over the years in my adult life, certain memories would occasionally surface in my mind. They would pop in quickly and intrusively and like surrounded by some sort of haze. And so depending on the memory, I might dive deeper into it to try and understand it. Or sometimes I feel overwhelmed and push it down just totally out of my conscious awareness.

When I was in my early 20s, I finally realized that one of these recurring memories, which was a dream that I had throughout my life, wasn't just something that I made up. It was a repeated experience from my childhood with another child I grew up around, someone who was quite a bit older than me. And once I acknowledged this, I felt it was important to address it. So I wrote a letter sharing my feelings and I mailed it to their house. And to my surprise, they called me soon after that.

And they shared, I remember I was sitting in the car in the dark and they shared they had this felt terrible about this experience for years and that they didn't want to bring it up because they weren't sure if I remembered it. And they apologized sincerely about the effect that it has had on me. And in that conversation, we were able to move forward.

And while we didn't develop a close relationship by any means, the honesty and openness they showed me as an adult helped me to heal in a profound way. And it was a turning point that made me realize how healing often requires time and courage to face those difficult truths. Because up until that point, I really thought that it was something that I made up.

This experience also made me aware of how our memories can remain dormant until we're truly ready to face them. It's not that the experiences aren't valid or real. It's that our bodies and minds need time to process and reintegrate these parts of ourselves. Healers often refer to this as soul fragmentation. So when traumatic events occur, parts of us may detach in order to help us survive the pain, allowing us to endure until we can find the tools, the strength, the safety that we need to heal.

And as I've immersed myself in this work, especially while revisiting these memories over the past year, I've felt fragmented parts of myself returning, pieces that had been lost as a child. And with each piece that I've reclaimed, I've begun to experience a deeper, richer sense of myself that I didn't have access to before. I've enjoyed getting to know different aspects of my personality that are fun and playful. And this part of the healing journey is often called soul retrieval. And then from there comes soul integration, where these once separated parts are woven back into the fabric of who I am.

So it's a beautiful process. But before this reclamation began, there was a time when I felt hollow. Like I didn't fully exist or I was merely performing roles depending on where I was. I would observe how others acted in different situations and mirror them to fit in. It was exhausting. It was mentally draining and it felt like a lot of pressure.

One memory from my childhood that often replays in my mind is of me as a little girl wandering through a sea of gray and black pants. I would hug the legs of these men thinking it was my stepdad only to look up and discover that none of them were. It's one of those hazy haunting recurring memories that feels like a dream. And it feels like it was in the dining room area of our house in Florida. The one with Jesus is Lord spelled out in stained glass on the front door.

It's where we lived when Mark was the pastor of the church that he and mom had met at. But as I am actually recording this, clarity is coming through and I'm being shown that this particular memory actually occurred later in Seattle in, and I'm being shown whose house we were at. So that's very, I didn't expect for memories to be coming up as I'm recording, but that's what's happening.

But in general, you know, as a kid, I remember it was like a, it felt like a communal atmosphere with lots of time spent at church and people regularly coming over for Bible studies and birthday parties, which is interesting because Mom would often describe Mark as anti-social. He really didn't like being around people, but he was skilled at convincing them otherwise, at least for short periods of time.

And when other kids came over, I often felt a deep sense of unease. It's like I wondered what might happen. And I didn't have the words for it back then, but I could sense something was off, something unspoken, hidden beneath the surface. And still, I found myself trying to teach the other kids what I had somehow learned without fully understanding why or how I knew these things. And I always felt more like an adult around other kids than a child.

I was often labeled as a difficult and serious child, never as an easy or agreeable as mom would have liked. My tantrums and strong will weren't exactly appreciated. I remember the spankings with a wooden paddle that hung on a nail in the kitchen. It was painted with a bear and a deer. The bear was brown, the deer was red, and had a quote that said, 'for the poor little deer with the bear behind.'

I can only imagine the artisan who probably sold hundreds of these to misguided religious parents in the 1980s. It creeps me out big time. And the only thing that scared me almost as much was our cat, Moses. He would stare me down in the hallway when I'd get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and I was convinced he was going to attack me.

When I was five, we moved to Seattle so that Mark could attend Bible college. And so this is what I was just being shown, is that this memory I was speaking about actually happened in Seattle, not in Florida. So for the next five years, we were deeply involved in the mega church, which had a private Christian school attached to it. The church felt like a giant maze to me. It had so many rooms and I was scared I would get lost.

While school itself was mostly enjoyable and I had a few close friends, home life was tense. We lived in nice homes with nice cars in nice neighborhoods. And mom always tried to make life exciting and fun with play dates and fun outings and parties she would host for us kids. But Mark's mood swings were unpredictable.

And I often found myself trying to stay small, quiet, doing whatever I could to avoid triggering him. At times his behavior would become bizarre. I remember one dinner we had guests over and after we finished eating, he like set down his fork or his knife or something and casually declared, 'Okay, now let's just all go have sex.'

And the awkward silence that followed still lingers in my memory and I distinctly wished I could teleport to another table with a normal family. So much of my childhood was spent pretending. Pretending that things weren't as strange or difficult as they were. I learned early on not to speak up about my feelings or thoughts.

If I did, I was punished. Yelled at, spanked, grounded, ignored. But the more severe punishments that occurred at church and the emotional wounds that came with them went undiscovered for years. They were just a question mark inside of a box that I couldn't go near.

It was only this year when I began working with a healer named Cynthia that I started to see how deep these wounds went. Cynthia taught me about rewriting the Akashic records, a term I actually introduced to her after learning about it. She calls it turning the negative into positive, a technique she developed after processing her own painful life experiences in therapy and through direct channelings from her spirit guides.

And so by working with energy, thoughts, beliefs, Cynthia helps people identify the root causes of their emotions and shift them quickly and profoundly. When I began working with her, my guides confirmed that this was an extremely powerful healing modality and I knew that I had met my next teacher.

So for the next few months, Cynthia and I continued to work through everything I was experiencing, especially around my concerns for my children. What was fascinating is that every time I expressed fear about what might still be happening to them, we would trace it back and Cynthia would help me see that these fears were deeply rooted in my own unresolved past.

She taught me that my kids have been helping me to see what is already in me. And through this process, we began to uncover more of what happened to me as a child, things I was not ready to face until now. So I'm incredibly grateful for Cynthia and the work we've done together, because though it's been heavy and painful at times, I've been able to move through it with support.

Through this healing, I've been able to continue building a peaceful and joyful life despite the ever present grief of being separated from my children. This work has brought me so much clarity, especially in understanding the decisions I've made in my life, the choices I've made, my search for love, belonging, and the fierce determination to ensure that my kids wouldn't continue to experience what I did -what they ended up experiencing anyway.

As more specific memories from the church have surfaced, my inner child has had a lot to say. She's expressed herself passionately, at times in rage, letting me know how she feels. She's told me she didn't feel protected. She felt like she had to earn love, earn her place at home, and earn the quote unquote privilege of being in a white family. She felt like she should just be quiet and grateful, pushing down parts of her personality in order to appease adults who were too broken to provide safety, stability, and encouragement she needed to thrive as her true self.

I was surprised by how strongly these feelings came up, but I held space for them. I understood that these feelings have been a part of me for so long that they've shaped all of the decisions that I've made in my life. I've always felt a calling to help children who are trafficked, though I didn't understand my personal connection to it. I used to talk about it almost in casual terms, telling people the horrors I knew that were happening without knowing how I knew about it.

But I could see it in my mind, like, a bunch of violent yet still black and white scenes from a creepy storybook. And I felt very confused when I was told over and over again that it wasn't really happening. And eventually I had to let it go.

I often wish I had uncovered the truth about my childhood experiences before having my own children. But here we are and the healing process continues. And my prayer for my children is that they will have the chance to heal from their own childhoods before they start families of their own. And it begins with me.

And even though the work of healing never really ends, I know they are powerful, passionate souls who chose to come through me for very specific reasons. Just as I chose my parents and you chose yours - we choose people in our lives who offer us the exact experiences we need to help us grow and evolve as souls.

So no matter what you believe about how we come to be or the circumstances we encounter, one thing remains. We get to choose how we move forward once we are presented with the truth. It might be unclear at first and we might not want to believe it, but the good news is that when our souls are ready to show us the truth, it's because we are strong enough to let it go now.

If we approach it using tools like the Akashic Records, we can retain the lessons and release the pain, release the trauma, the stories from our physical, mental, spiritual, emotional bodies. And it's a process, but we can rewrite the story, just as I'm in the process of doing, and live a much more empowered life as a result. In fact, I've rewritten my entire childhood. I wrote it out as a story as it was shown to me by my higher self.

It's a beautiful, loving childhood where I get to be a kid, where I'm not responsible for anyone else, and where I don't have to leave my body or silence myself. And shortly after I wrote this story into my Records, I received a psychic reading from a friend who knows me now, but she didn't know anything about my past. And what she picked up in the reading was from the childhood I had written, not the one I actually lived.

And I explained to her afterwards what I had been working on and we were both shocked by how powerful this work is. And then soon after that, I went to an event that was hosted by one of my mentors in Santa Monica. And as I got there, I was mingling with some of the other women and we were all excited to be there and meet each other in person.

They began reflecting pieces of the story I had written back to me. So they would like ask me questions about where I grew up. And then somehow before I could answer, they would guess the place that I had grown up in my rewritten story. And one person even began talking to me about someone with the same name as my new Mom. And so these are the moments that make me feel truly free.

They remind me that life can be just as expansive and beautiful as it has been stifling, that the future I choose to create can be as peaceful and loving as the past was terrifying and traumatic. So I want to thank you for being a witness to my journey and allowing your spirit to speak to you through it.

Next, I'm going to read the story of my childhood that I wrote. And my wish is that it will leave you with a sense of peace, hope, and empowerment and inspire you as you continue to create your own reality. So this is the story I've written. I've changed the names of my actual biological parents in this version of the story. All right, here we go.

I'm born on June 7th, 1983 to Jan, who knows she can't be with my father Ben and knows her family won't accept me since I'm half black. So she reluctantly decides that she will find a family to adopt me. She chooses a beautiful mixed race couple, a black woman named Sahara and a white man named Jude. They are a hardworking, passionate, creative couple who live in New York in the West Village.
 
He's a saxophone player and a writer, and she's a painter and an advocate for women and children. They've been traveling to Europe and Africa and Thailand and South America and living their life as successful artists, saving money responsibly, but not hoarding it for a rainy day. One day when he is 33 and she is 29, they decide they would like to share their love with a child who needs a home, a baby who needs their love.

They believe that it's important to give a home to a baby who is already here before trying to make another one. So they go through the process of signing up with an adoption agency based in the West Village. I'm just going to take a sip of my water.

Much to their surprise, within three months, they're told that there is a mother that will give birth soon, and they think it will be a perfect fit as the child's mother is white and the father is black. She's in Florida and she would like to meet them as soon as possible. It's important to her that her baby grows up in a house filled with creativity. So she's very excited when she learns that they are a musician and an artist and about the advocacy work that Sahara does.

So they fly to Florida and rent a house by the beach for the month of May 1983. They have Jan over for dinners and play records and make her feel loved and feed her well and show her what it's like for two people to live in love and harmony. She's never seen anything like this and knows that this is the answer to her prayers.

She begins to stay with the couple for the last three weeks before I am born. And so their energy begins to infuse into my awareness. And I get to hear their voices throughout the day and experience the healing harmony that happens between them all. Before I'm born, I hear the music he plays and her beautiful laughter and how much love they have for each other and how grateful they are to Jan for making such a courageous and wise choice. They have never been so excited about anything.

They make plans for Sahara's mother to be at their house when they get back. She's finishing the nursery, which is white and gray and pink, with ladybugs and bunnies in a whimsical woodland scene Sahara has painted on the walls. Finally, the day comes for me to be born and they all drive to the hospital. They are there in the room for my birth and Jan holds me and blesses me and tells me thank you for choosing her to come through and that she's sorry she couldn't be what I needed her to be.

She kisses my forehead and hands me to my Mom. I know her. I feel completely at home with her. My little body knows I belong in her arms and that she will do everything in her power to nurture, love, and protect me all the days of her life. She is so honored and blesses me and kisses my forehead and cuddles me up in her arms and then into the arms of my Dad. And I'm held between both of their bodies where I know I belong.

He goes over to Jan and kisses her on the forehead and looks deeply into her eyes. He hands her a card that says they promised to send her a photo of me every year on my birthday. He tells her, 'Thank you could never be enough. May you find peace and may your life be filled with love, the love of a partner and the love of a child, but most of all, the love of yourself all the days of your life.'

She places her hand on her heart and smiles with tears in her eyes as she watches us disappear from view. Mom and dad take me to the beach house where we stay for three days with a loving baby nurse who helps them take care of me and answers their questions when they feel unsure about what to do. She tells them constantly how lucky I am to have them as parents as she watches them dote on me like the most valuable thing in the world.

They shake their heads and say, 'No, we could never have imagined that such a beautiful gift could have chosen us.' On June 10th, 1983, we all traveled to the airport and fly home. People in the airport stop us constantly and tell them congratulations and Mom and Dad are beaming. They're treated like royalty as people move out of the way when they see how little their newborn baby is and ask if they need help carrying anything or if they would like a coffee.

They are in the sleepiest hazy bliss as they make their way off the plane into a taxi and are driven to the front door of their brownstone. As they pull up, they see a small crowd of their closest friends, her brother and mom, a few neighbors and doggies who are holding balloons and blowing kazoos. They are wearing birthday hats. They open the car door before the taxi even stops and carefully help me and Mom out of the car, grabbing our bags from the trunk. They usher us inside where there's a table full of food and jazz music playing on the record player and a huge sign that says, 'Welcome home, Sirona.'

They ask mom what she needs and she says bed. So the women help her get me and all our things into the master bedroom and sit on the bed and the couch that's in their room and take turns holding me as they bring her a plate of food, some red wine and hot tea. She smiles with the contentment of someone in love and says, I'm just going to lie down for a few minutes. She falls asleep for hours as everyone she knows and loves and trusts holds me. I'm never sat down for the first 24 hours I'm home. I'm just held and rocked and fed by aunties and uncles and my grandma and my parents.

As time goes on and I grow, we make memories by visiting art museums where I learn to walk and concerts in the park and farmers markets. And we have so many friends. We live in community and I know I am loved by the whole world. I always know I am safe and free to roam because there is always someone there that I know and trust. I love going to dance class and art class and most of all being in the park, being outside, riding my bike and playing in the snow and the magic of Christmas.

I love the vacations we take to different countries where I get to hear new languages and enjoy delicious foods. I feel at home wherever I am in the world. When I'm four, Mom gets pregnant and has another little girl. I decide we should call her Phoebe. I'm so in love with her and proud of her and very protective. I get to spend more time just Dad and me when she is born, and we fly kites and laugh and love to play pretend. My memories are of him smiling at me with a twinkle in his eye as if he's thinking, 'What did I ever do to get so lucky? You are my best friend.'

When it's time for me to start school, I get to go to a school for creative kids that has classes outside as much as possible. And we go skiing and ice skating and go to plays and museums. And we learn by doing things throughout the city. We learn practical stuff that you actually need to know to get along in life. And we learn about feelings and how to recognize how others are feeling.

We learn to read auras and this helps us when we meet new people. We understand that not everyone feels safe and okay and we learn that we can give them some of our colors. We learn that this is a special gift and that this world is a unique place where there is more darkness than light and that the ones of us in this school are different - that we're here to help the world and that's why we can see the colors and share them. So this feels very exciting.

And we begin to learn that our feelings are the way that we understand information, events, relationships, and stuff that feels heavy and thick. We learn that the more we talk to our parents and teachers about what we are observing and feeling, the brighter our colors become. And when we forget, we start to get dull.

So when we see each other starting to get dull, we give each other a hug and place a hand on each other's hearts and say, your colors are fading. Did you forget to share your feelings? Do you want someone to talk to? We do this for each other because we love to create and we don't have the energy to make new things when we start to fade. So we like when one of our friends reminds us. I have so many friends and I grow up getting to travel more and more.

Sometimes with the whole family and sometimes just me and Dad or me and Mom. We take turns exploring together so that me and my sister both get time to ourselves to develop our own interests and curiosities. She's really connected to animals and loves loud music and skateboarding and movies. I like those things too, but in small doses.

By the time I'm in high school, I spend time writing a lot of poetry and painting and volunteering with Mom to help women and children. Sometimes I speak at events where I tell people about the colors and so I get invited to different places to teach younger kids about how to feel better and how to help each other feel better. I always leave them feeling lighter and I feel so energized. I feel really good in my own body doing what I like to do. I feel really free to be myself in a world where lots of people seem to be looking around waiting for someone to tell them who to be.

I just want everyone to feel as light as me. But if they can't, I feel good knowing that they might have felt joy having me around. When I graduate high school, I decide to travel around the country in a van with my friends. We camp and stay with friends of our parents and have so many nights under the stars. We go to lots of concerts, indoors and outdoors, seeing amazing sites and take lots of photos and videos.

After six months, we come back home and I'm so happy to be with my family. I start attending NYU and spending more time with Phoebe. After two years at NYU, I decide school is not for me any longer and I move to California. Mom and Dad and Phoebe visit me often and we love the beach and the warm weather. When she graduates, they all moved to California and we enjoy doing the things we love together. We enjoy life with our friends, old and new. We know that we are all connected no matter where life has taken us. Life is beautiful.

Alright, so that is all for today. It's the end of the story. Please remember to take your deep breaths and I will see you next time where we'll pick up right where we left off in episode six.

If you are a survivor of trafficking or domestic violence in the U.S. and need support, I want to offer some resources that may help. First, the National Human Trafficking Hotline can be reached at 888-373-7888. For immediate assistance with domestic violence, contact the Domestic Violence Hotline at 800-799-7233.

If you've escaped one of these situations and need a safe place to go, you can call 211 to access shelter and housing resources. For mental health support, including suicidal thoughts, you can call or text 988. I've personally used some of these services and have received assistance when I needed it most.

Additionally, the Restoring Ivy Collective offers support groups for human trafficking survivors, both in person, in DC and Baltimore, and virtually across the country. You can learn more at restoringivycollective.org. Finally, the Loveland Foundation provides vouchers for free counseling services to Black women and girls, and I can personally recommend them. You can find more information at thelevlandfoundation.org. 

I will be providing all of this information in the show notes as well. And if you still need help finding support in your area, please don't hesitate to reach out to me directly at healwithsirona@gmail.com or text 518-406-0113.

You do not have to navigate this alone. Help is available and you deserve support.

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