Last night, I cried like a child. The tears fell down my cheeks and I could not take in full breaths. It was an unquenchable sadness that arose from deep within. The memory of my 7 year old self came flooding through my thoughts as I remembered her excruciating sadness and intense sense of feeling defeated. As I allowed the memories to resurface, I found my present day self offering my child self comforting words of reassurance. Yet this self-talk was to no avail. All little Michelle wanted was to be listened to!