06/06/2026
Lately, I’ve started catching myself repeating things about myself that were never originally mine.
The little comments.
The criticisms.
The stories I’ve carried for years.
And now that I’m paying attention, I notice them everywhere.
In conversations.
In offhand remarks.
In the way people speak about themselves without even realising it.
It makes me wonder…
What if there was never anything wrong with you?
What if you spent years believing something that was handed to you by someone who was hurting, projecting, or simply wrong?
How different would your life look if you stopped treating that story as the truth?
Maybe it’s time to question the belief, not yourself 🤍