Learning to Trust Myself Again

There’s a voice I come back to in hard seasons.

A whisper that says:

“Trust nothing but your strength.”

Not because I don’t believe in others 
But because when everything falls apart,
it’s my strength I’m left with.
Not borrowed confidence.
Not blind hope.
Just the quiet truth of what I’ve already survived.

And yet, even knowing that, I still find myself tangled in fear.

Fear of failure.
Fear of being too much.
Fear of being not enough.
Fear of starting over.
Fear of staying the same.

But here’s the harsh truth I’ve come to face:

Living in fear is not living at all.

It’s shrinking.
It’s freezing in place while life moves on without you.
It’s watching your own story happen from the sidelines.

I’ve done that.
And I’ve missed moments I can’t get back.

So now I’m choosing differently.

I’m learning to walk with fear — but not obey it.
To trust that I’ve made it through worse.
To believe that courage isn’t loud; it’s just consistent.

And no, I don’t always feel strong.
But I trust that the strength is still there 
even when it trembles.