Ever think, “Am I bad?”
This post is a lifeboat for every overthinker who's ever confused failure with identity.
We grow up, but our inner child still flinches at criticism, still bleeds from invisible scrapes.
Thank you for showing that healing doesn’t mean denying the pain, it means remembering we’re more than what hurt us.
It means walking back to shore, maybe wet, but not broken...
This post is a lifeboat for every overthinker who's ever confused failure with identity.
We grow up, but our inner child still flinches at criticism, still bleeds from invisible scrapes.
Thank you for showing that healing doesn’t mean denying the pain, it means remembering we’re more than what hurt us.
It means walking back to shore, maybe wet, but not broken...