trusting me

Life has its ups and downs.
I’m still learning.

I hope I can have a relationship—
any relationship—
where I’m a good friend to them.
Where I give space,
and don’t expect someone else to make me happy.
Where we feel like family.

That kind of love would make me happy.

It’ll take time.
Because I’ll need to unlearn old habits.
And it’ll take conscious effort—
because I’ll be doing something I haven’t done before.
But I know I can do it.

How do I know?
Because I trust my gut.

One thing I’ve learned in 27 years—
my instinct is always right.

Sometimes, it’s so right
that this strange voice in my head shows up
and says I don’t deserve to feel good.
It tells me I should be sad instead.

That voice is self-sabotage.
It’s loud.
It’s dramatic.
But it’s not the truth.

I just need to ignore it.

And yes, that’ll take effort too.
But I know I can do that too.

If there’s one person I believe in—
it’s me.

I definitely believe in myself.