07/09/2026
This week we've been talking about confidence.
But I've been thinking about how strange confidence can feel after you've lost the person who used to make you feel safe.
For a long time, I think I confused confidence with not being afraid.
But that's not what I've discovered.
Confidence can be making the decision even when you're nervous.
It can be saying no when you know someone might be disappointed.
It can be going somewhere alone.
It can be trying something new.
It can be admitting that you don't know and trusting yourself to find out.
And sometimes confidence is simply waking up and thinking:
"I'll work it out."
When Roy was alive, I knew I could go home and he would take some of the pain away.
After he died, I had to learn that I could stand up for myself.
That I could make decisions.
That I could protect my own peace.
That I could trust my judgement.
Not always.
Not perfectly.
But enough.
And perhaps that's what I want you to think about today.
Not:
"Am I confident?"
But:
"What is the evidence that I can trust myself?"
Think about the decisions you've made since your loss.
The things you've handled.
The boundaries you've put in place.
The moments when you listened to your own voice.
The things you once thought you couldn't do.
You may be surprised by the woman those experiences have created.
So tell me:
What's one decision you've made since losing your person that you're quietly proud of?
It doesn't have to be a big one.
Sometimes the smallest decisions tell us the most about who we're becoming.
I'd love to hear yours.
Your answer might remind another widow that she has more confidence than she realises too.
With you,
Hanna 💙