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...
Thank you for such a thoughtful comment and I’m so glad this message resonated with you. “It’s remembering we are more then what hurts us” just like we are when we are younger and hopeful as well.
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...
Thank you for such a thoughtful comment and I’m so glad this message resonated with you. “It’s remembering we are more then what hurts us” just like we are when we are younger and hopeful as well.