Trust

I’ve been mulling over what I said yesterday and, honestly, I’ve got more to say. I’m realizing I have this habit of trusting other people a bit too much. The kicker? I don’t always trust myself. Maybe it goes back to childhood—getting labeled as something I didn’t believe I was. You know the stuff: lazy, careless, all those charming little labels some of us heard growing up.

But here’s the thing: we need to trust ourselves more. Trust what we know. It’s not always easy, though. Standing firm in your truth? Yeah, that’s tough when everyone around you is trying to convince you that you’re wrong.

And let’s be real, sometimes other people have their own baggage—they might be carrying guilt, shame, or even denial like it’s designer luggage. They’ve got their own agenda, and they’d love nothing more than for us to doubt what we know to be true. It’s almost like they want to pull us into their mess. And if we let them? Well, isn’t that just a recipe for codependency?

Honestly, it’s risky business to start giving someone else’s beliefs more weight than our own. When we stop trusting ourselves, it’s like delivering a knockout punch to our sense of self, our confidence, even our mental health.

When we ignore that inner voice—the one that knows the truth—we end up out of sync, cut off from our center, our connection to something bigger than ourselves. No wonder we feel crazy or ashamed, like we’re stumbling around in the dark. I mean, it’s like when someone pulls the rug out from under you, and suddenly you’ve got no footing. Same deal.

Now, I’m not saying we’re always right about everything. But we’re definitely not always wrong either. So, what I’m thinking is, I need to get better at standing in my truth—and maybe we all do. Trusting what we know feels more solid now, more grounded. And that’s exactly where I plan to stay: grounded in reality.