There was a time when you moved through the world with certainty. You trusted what you felt. You spoke what you knew. You didn’t second-guess your gut or wait for someone else to validate what you already sensed deep down.

But that time feels far away now.

Maybe it started with one small moment—a time you were told you were overreacting or reading too much into it. Maybe it began with trying to keep the peace, putting your own knowing on the back burner to be liked, loved, or accepted. Or maybe it was simply life—the constant demands, the noise, the roles you’ve had to hold—that made it easier to silence your own needs and listen to everyone else.

There comes a moment—subtle, but sharp—when something that used to feel normal suddenly doesn’t sit right anymore.

Maybe it’s that “joke” someone makes at your expense.
Maybe it’s being left out of the conversation—again.
Maybe it’s realizing you’ve been pouring out and never getting anything back.

And then you finally speak up.
What do you hear?

“You’re being dramatic.”

“You’re too sensitive.”

“You always turn things into a big deal.”

So you second-guess yourself. You go over it in your head a hundred times. You try to convince yourself you imagined it.

There comes a point—after years of being agreeable, adaptable, and endlessly available—when you realize you don’t recognize your own voice anymore.

You’ve made yourself easy to love by being easy to need. You’ve mastered the art of keeping the peace, even when it cost you your power. And somewhere in the rhythm of tending to everyone else, you stopped checking in with yourself.

So now, when your gut speaks… you second-guess. You hesitate. You override it with logic, with fear, with someone else’s opinion.