Breaking the Cycle: How Inner Child Work Helped a Mother Heal Her Rage
The Struggle
Mora came to me heartbroken and exhausted. A loving mother of two, she found herself losing her temper—again and again—with her 7-year-old son. She knew her outbursts were scarring him. She could see the fear in his eyes. And yet, in the heat of the moment, she couldn’t stop herself. Her rage felt uncontrollable—especially when her son was being cruel or unfair to his younger sister.
The Trigger
It happened just before dinner. She was in her bedroom, getting dressed to meet a friend. Her kids were in the bathroom, brushing their teeth.
Her son, older by a year and a half, was pushing his little sister off the stool so she couldn’t reach the sink. The girl cried and complained. From the bedroom, the mother asked her son to share.
He didn’t.
The RPMs of her anger started climbing—fast. She stormed into the bathroom like a wounded animal and screamed at the top of her lungs. Her son burst into tears, horrified.
She felt ashamed. Again.
The Age Regression
Under hypnosis, we gently guided her into a childhood memory.
She was in the living room playing joyfully and loudly with her siblings. Her father came home drunk. He started yelling at her mother, accusing her for not disciplining the kids. The argument escalated. He beat her mother—badly.
Then he turned to the children and screamed at them to be quiet.
She remembered the terror. The helplessness. The rage. Her father never hit her—but his violence left a deep imprint.
The Pattern
She grew up resenting her mother’s passivity. So she subconsciously chose to embody the opposite: her father’s dominance.
She married a gentle, emotionally sensitive man. She became the breadwinner. The disciplinarian. The protector.
But she also inherited her father’s temper.
This is generational transference—when we unconsciously repeat the very behaviors that wounded us, even as we try to do better.
The Realization
In session, she saw the cost of living from her wounded masculine side.
She wasn’t just hurting her son, she was also hurting herself. As a mother. As a wife. As a woman.
We worked to heal and integrate her inner girl, the vulnerable part of her that had been frozen in fear and sadness for decades.
The Shift
A week later, I checked in.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
I could feel her smile over the phone. “Last night, the kids were brushing their teeth. I heard them bickering from my bedroom. I felt a little annoyed… but I let them figure it out. I stayed calm. I felt peaceful.”
That’s the power of inner child work. Not just remembering—but releasing. Not just insight—but integration.
