Workshop – The Wounded Inner Child
14/03/2026
Saturday, 14 March 2026
Centro Cribes – Via Cristoforo Colombo, 440, Rome
9:00 AM – 6:00 PM
Centro Cribes – Via Cristoforo Colombo, 440, Rome
9:00 AM – 6:00 PM
Reclaiming who you were before you learned to defend yourself
Is there a place within you that has never stopped waiting?
That child who held their breath so as not to disturb,
who swallowed tears so as not to weigh too much,
who made themselves small so as not to be seen —
and yet kept on loving,
even when no one ever showed them how.
That child who held their breath so as not to disturb,
who swallowed tears so as not to weigh too much,
who made themselves small so as not to be seen —
and yet kept on loving,
even when no one ever showed them how.
Sometimes the wound was not an event.
It was a climate.
The chill of a word never spoken.
The haste of hands that did not know how to hold.
A goodbye mistaken for abandonment.
A silence mistaken for indifference.
It was a climate.
The chill of a word never spoken.
The haste of hands that did not know how to hold.
A goodbye mistaken for abandonment.
A silence mistaken for indifference.
In Family Constellations, we do not return to suffer again.
We return to give the past back what belongs to it —
and to bring into the present what has always been yours:
trust.
spontaneity.
the right to exist without asking permission.
We return to give the past back what belongs to it —
and to bring into the present what has always been yours:
trust.
spontaneity.
the right to exist without asking permission.
Within a circle of presence and respect,
we will accompany that part of you that learned to survive
to finally remember how to live.
No analysis.
No drama.
Only space for what has been frozen to gently, tenderly, melt.
we will accompany that part of you that learned to survive
to finally remember how to live.
No analysis.
No drama.
Only space for what has been frozen to gently, tenderly, melt.
Price: € 80.00
Spaces held with care — because that child has waited long enough.
Today, they may come home.
And find, in you, the arms they were always seeking.
Today, they may come home.
And find, in you, the arms they were always seeking.