There was a period of time in my mid twenties when everything got away from me. I got away from me.
As I did the hard work of climbing up and out of that dark place, I often felt shaky and uncertain. I didn’t trust myself. Whenever I had to make a big decision, or sometimes even a small decision, I would run it by the three people I trusted most. I believed their vision was clearer than mine, that they could help me find the right answer. It became a pattern, the not trusting myself, looking outside myself for the answer.
I can’t pinpoint exactly when it changed. It’s been a while now.
I trust myself completely. My gut, my heart, my head.