When youâve survived abuse â especially the kind that twists your reality, shames your feelings, or calls your truth a lie âself-trust doesnât just co
When youâve survived abuse â especially the kind that twists your reality, shames your feelings, or calls your truth a lie â
self-trust doesnât just come back overnight.
It returns in fragments. In flickers. In quiet moments when you choose to listen to your own voice again.
But make no mistake:
That voice never left.
It was buried.
Bullied.
Gaslit.
But it was never gone.
đ Why Self-Trust Is So Hard After Abuse
Abuse trains you to betray yourself to survive.
You start silencing your instincts to avoid conflict.
You second-guess your gut because they convinced you it was wrong.
You override your boundaries to keep the peace.
That is not weakness. That is survival.
But now that you are healing, itâs time to return to the you that knows.
đŞSelf-Trust Isnât Rebuilt in One Grand Moment.
Itâs rebuilt in the quiet, powerful decisions like:
Choosing rest when guilt tells you to hustle.
Saying âI donât knowâ and trusting that clarity will come.
Walking away from people who donât respect your no.
Pausing to ask yourself: âWhat do I feel? What do I want?â
Believing yourself â even when others donât.
đż What It Sounds Like When Youâre Learning to Trust Yourself Again
âI donât need everyone to agree with me for my truth to be valid.â
âIf something feels off, I donât owe anyone proof â I owe myself peace.â
âItâs okay to change my mind. Thatâs not flakiness â thatâs freedom.â
âMy feelings are information. My intuition is wisdom.â
âIâm allowed to leave situations that donât honor me â even without a dramatic reason.â
⨠You Are Allowed to Listen to You Again
You are not too sensitive.
You are not imagining things.
You are not too much.
You are not too anything.
You are a human being learning how to be whole again.
You are someone who endured the unbearable and is still choosing to rise, to feel, and to be true to yourself.
Thatâs not just healing.
Thatâs holy.
đş A Benediction for Your Return
May the voice inside you grow louder than the echoes of their cruelty.
May you believe your gut even when it doesnât make sense to anyone else.
May you remember: your wisdom is not new â it is ancient, it is rooted, it is yours.
And may you learn to love the sound of your own yes, your own no,
and your own knowing â above all.