There was a time — not all that long ago — when my inner voice felt more like a bully than a best friend. I’d hit goals, hit deadlines, smile for the camera, and still crawl into bed with that ache… the one that whispered, You’re not enough.
Not accomplished enough. Not beautiful enough. Not lovable enough.
Even when everything on the outside seemed “fine,” my inner world was full of self-doubt.
And that kind of emotional weight? It’s exhausting.