There were three of us.
Me, Mum, and Dad.
We weren’t perfect — but we were my world.
My compass. My roots.
We were a Trinity.
And when I lost them, I didn’t just lose parents.
I lost my ability to know where the ground was.
The silence after their deaths wasn’t just quiet. It was cosmic.
Like the universe had gone off-balance.
I drifted.
I collapsed.
I thought I’d never feel whole again.
But something wild and holy happened in the wreckage.
In the depths of grief, trauma, and the slow burn of rebuilding,
I found three new voices inside me.
👧 Melanie Jane – my inner child.
The girl who learned to stay quiet to survive.
She didn’t need shushing anymore.
She needed a microphone.
And now? She speaks with purpose and questions everything — and I let her.
💪 The Gen X Warrior – the present me.
The one who kept showing up.
Who built this blog.
Who founded Warrior Wisdom CPD & Consultancy LTD
Who wrote her story down, one trembling sentence at a time.
Who went back into the molten memories of my mind to bring you the healing you need to hear.
She didn’t flinch. She didn’t run.
She returned from the bowels of the earth, carrying a torch between her teeth.
Burned, yes — but not broken.
And when she opened her mouth, the fire spoke.
🌠 My Higher Self – the quiet compass inside.
The one whispering,
“There’s more than this.
You’re more than this.
Keep going. It’s already yours.”
You’re not alone. You’re not crazy. You’re not broken.
🕯️
With love, always,
Feral Gen X Warrior
(and all three of us inside)
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