I see you. Standing there at the edge of every decision,weighing it with a careful hand,a heart that still flinches sometimes,a mind that remembers t
I see you.
Standing there at the edge of every decision,
weighing it with a careful hand,
a heart that still flinches sometimes,
a mind that remembers too much and questions everything.
You are not broken.
You are not failing.
You are rebuilding something sacred that was attacked but never destroyed.
You are learning to come home to yourself again.
And that is holy work.
Maybe once, your instincts screamed, and no one listened — not even you.
Maybe once, you told yourself, “This doesn’t feel right,” but stayed anyway, because fear spoke louder than your own voice.
Maybe you learned, over and over, that trusting yourself could lead to pain.
So now… you second-guess.
You hesitate.
You replay conversations long after they’ve ended.
You ask yourself, “Was it me?”
Hear me: It wasn’t just you.
It wasn’t your brokenness.
It was the breaking they did.
You are not weak for struggling to trust yourself now.
You are wise enough to recognize how precious that trust is.
And you are brave enough to take it back.
đź–¤ You Are Allowed:
To move slowly.
To double-check.
To pause and listen twice.
To sit with your choices before you act.
To not have all the answers immediately.
Learning to trust yourself is not a race.
It’s a returning. A remembering. A sacred reweaving.
🌸 Trust is Rebuilt Like This:
A quiet knowing when you say no — and mean it.
A steady heart when you say yes — and honor it.
A fierce loyalty to your own boundaries, even when guilt knocks at your door.
A soft smile when you realize, “I don’t need permission to believe myself.”
✨ Survivor Affirmation:
I am allowed to trust myself again, even if it takes time.
I honor the whispers of my spirit.
I trust the wisdom growing inside me.
I forgive myself for every time I abandoned my knowing to survive.
I will not abandon myself now.
🌺 Final Word for Your Heart
You are not lost.
You are not too late.
You are not broken beyond repair.
You are a woman gathering back every piece of her own voice.
You are a woman restoring the sacred agreement she was born with:
to believe her own spirit first, last, and always.
And when you walk fully into your own trust again,
when you say “I know what I know” and no longer flinch,
the whole sky will open up inside you.
Keep going, beloved.
You’re closer than you think. 🌿
