Because you were never broken—just interrupted. Now, you rise. I am learning to trust my inner voice again. It never left me—it was o
Because you were never broken—just interrupted. Now, you rise.
I am learning to trust my inner voice again. It never left me—it was only drowned out.
What I sensed, what I saw, what I felt—it mattered. I believe myself now, fully and without apology.
I no longer blame myself for what others chose to do. Their harm was their choice, not my fault.
Every day, I come home to myself a little more. I am not lost—I am returning.
My body remembers. My soul remembers. But now, I am safe enough to remember on my own terms.
I forgive myself for the times I didn’t know better. And I honor myself for surviving anyway.
I trust my pace. Healing is not a race—it is sacred ground I walk slowly, wisely, and bravely.
Even when I doubted myself, I was still worthy, still brilliant, still whole underneath it all.
I am not too damaged to grow. I am exactly the right kind of soil for transformation.
Every time I choose myself, I rebuild the trust that abuse tried to steal. I am not starting over—I am rising again.
You are not here to second-guess yourself for the rest of your life. You are here to remember who you were before the world tried to make you doubt your own knowing.
Every time you listen to your gut, speak your truth, or walk away from harm—you’re not just surviving, you’re rebuilding sacred trust in the most important relationship you’ll ever have: the one with yourself.
And that trust? It’s not fragile. It’s a fire. Let it light your path forward.
