Becoming Who I Needed When I Was Younger

There comes a point in your life when you look back at your younger self and realise just how much they were carrying. The confusion, the pressure to fit in, the quiet worries you didn’t have words for, the moments you felt out of place even when you were surrounded by people. I think about that younger version of me a lot. The girl who wanted guidance but didn’t always know how to ask for it, who wanted reassurance that she didn’t have to rush her growth, who needed someone a little older to say, “You’re doing fine. You’re allowed to learn.”

I didn’t have that voice in the way I needed at the time. So somewhere along the line, I made a promise to myself. If I ever reached a stage in life where I could offer support, comfort or clarity to someone younger, I would. In a sense, I wanted to become the person I would have looked up to when I was fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. Not perfect. Not someone who had life sorted. Just someone who understood.

One memory still sticks with me. I was in school, feeling overwhelmed after a tough day, sitting on a bench outside during break. A sixth former I barely knew walked past and asked if I was alright. She didn’t sit down or turn it into a big talk. She just paused long enough for me to feel seen. Her kindness felt like a small light in a very heavy moment. That tiny act stayed with me far longer than she probably ever realised.

Years later, when a younger cousin messaged asking for advice on friendships, I caught myself replying in the gentlest way I could. I didn’t tell her what to do. I told her it was normal to feel confused about people sometimes. I told her she was allowed to protect her peace. And when she replied with, “Thanks, I feel better now,” something clicked inside me. I had just done for her what I once needed someone to do for me.

Even in social spaces now, I notice it happening without me planning it. A teen girl at a school event who looks nervous. Someone too shy to ask a question. A young person who apologises too much because they’re scared of getting things wrong. I recognise those traits so deeply because they were my own. And every time I offer a small smile, a bit of reassurance or a moment of genuine listening, it feels like I’m reaching back in time and holding my younger self’s hand too.

Becoming who you needed when you were younger isn’t about being flawless or wise or endlessly patient. It’s about healing old parts of yourself through the way you show up for others. It’s about turning your past struggles into someone else’s comfort. It’s about breaking cycles of silence, confusion or loneliness by offering what you once lacked.

Sometimes that means being kind even when no one else notices. Sometimes it means speaking gently to someone who reminds you of you. Sometimes it simply means allowing yourself to grow into a healthier, more grounded version of the girl you used to be.

And the beautiful thing is this. Every time you show compassion, patience, courage or honesty, you’re not only helping someone younger. You’re honouring the person you once were. You’re telling her she mattered. You’re telling her she wasn’t wrong for feeling lost. You’re telling her that she survives, grows and becomes someone stronger than she ever imagined. Becoming who I needed when I was younger has been one of the quietest but most meaningful journeys of my life. And if you’re reading this, maybe you’re on the same journey without even realising it. Maybe you’re already offering comfort or advice that you once needed yourself. Maybe you’re already becoming the person you used to hope you would grow into.

And if you’re not there yet, don’t worry. You will. Healing has a way of guiding you towards the version of yourself that your younger heart once longed for.

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