I Trust Myself Now
Dear Me,
(And maybe, Dear You, too.)
There was a time when I second-guessed everything.
My voice.
My timing.
My body.
My instincts.
I thought certainty was something you earned when enough people agreed with you.
I thought confidence was something you faked until it looked real.
I waited for signs.
I asked everyone else what they thought before I asked myself.
I lived halfway in, halfway out of my own life.
But here’s what’s different now:
I trust the way my gut tightens when something is off.
I trust the tiredness that tells me when it’s time to stop.
I trust the quiet knowing that doesn’t always come with a full sentence attached.
I trust the moments when the whole room hums with yes—and the ones where it hums run.
I trust the way truth feels:
Heavy and clean.
Bright and undeniable.
I don’t trust myself because I’m always right.
I trust myself because even when I’m wrong, I know I can come back to myself.
I trust myself because I don’t abandon myself anymore when things get uncomfortable.
That’s the difference.
That’s the soft power.
It’s not being perfect.
It’s not knowing everything.
It’s staying.
It’s listening.
It’s believing your own body before you believe someone else's doubt.
If I could go back and tell my younger self anything, it wouldn’t be to try harder.
It wouldn’t be to toughen up.
It wouldn’t even be to move faster.
It would be this:
“You’re allowed to know.
You’re allowed to trust what you know.
Even if no one else sees it yet.”
And if you needed that reminder today,
this letter is yours, too.
You don’t have to keep outsourcing your truth.
You don’t have to wait for permission to believe yourself.
You are trustworthy.
You are steady.
You are your own compass now.
And you always were.
—
Dee
(In your corner, always.)