Finding My Way Back to Me

Every morning, I wake up and sit with myself. And every morning, the same thoughts creep in. I’m not enough. I’m not beautiful. I’m not worthy. I look in the mirror, and instead of seeing strength, I see flaws. Instead of seeing a person with value, I see someone who feels invisible lost in a cycle of self-doubt and disappointment.

Life shouldn’t feel like this. I know that. I know I shouldn’t be my own worst enemy, but some days, it feels impossible to be anything else. I should be able to see the beauty within me the power, the resilience. But instead, I tear myself apart before the day even begins.

And that has to change.

I refuse to let my mind be a battlefield where I always lose. If I want to feel better about myself, I have to start choosing better for myself. That means being intentional about how I speak to myself reminding myself that I am growing, evolving, and worthy. It means focusing on what I can control, feeding my mind and body with what nourishes me, and surrounding myself with people who uplift me.

It also means celebrating the small wins. Even if all I did today was get out of bed and push through, that matters. Even if the only victory was catching a negative thought and flipping it into something better, that matters too. Every little moment of self-care, every act of self-compassion it all adds up.

Most importantly, I am learning to see myself through my own eyes, not through the distorted lens of self doubt. I am more than the criticisms I’ve internalized. I am someone who has survived, who has loved, who has tried. I am someone worthy of love not just from others, but from me.

I won’t pretend this journey is easy. Some days will be harder than others. But if I have the power to tear myself down, then I also have the power to build myself back up.

Because I deserve to feel good about who I am. And no one not even me should stand in the way of that.