29/01/2026
Someone triggered me recently. I mean, reeeeally triggered me.
I wanted to fire off a message telling him exactly how out of line he was.
My fingers hovered over the screen.
But then I realised, he was poking an old wound – one that had nothing to do with him.
So instead of sending the message, I sat with myself. Asked what this reminded me of.
The answer took me back to childhood. To a little girl who learned her voice didn't matter. Who learned to shrink so she wouldn't be a threat to a parent who needed to keep me small.
Just like this guy who was triggered me now.
That's who was reacting. Not the grown woman. The wounded child.
So I did what I couldn't do back then. I welcomed her, made her feel seen, heard. Told her she's allowed to take up space now. That she matters.
And I realised, however righteous, however powerful this anger felt, it had actually been keeping me from healing the wound.
That's shadow work. Not fixing the other person. Meeting the younger parts of ourselves with the love they're longing for.
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