I’ll be honest with you, I didn’t even notice when I stopped trusting myself.
It wasn’t one big dramatic moment. It was little things.
Tiny betrayals of my own word.
Saying I’d wake up early and hit the gym… and hitting snooze instead.
Promising myself I’d speak up in that meeting… and staying silent.
Making the decision to leave a toxic situation… and somehow ending up back where I started.
Each time, I chipped away at the trust I had in myself.
And here’s the thing, when you can’t rely on you, it’s almost impossible to move forward.
The Breaking Point
For me, it was a night I couldn’t sleep.
My mind was buzzing with every bad decision I’d made over the last few years. Every time I’d chosen comfort over courage. Every time I’d avoided the truth because it was inconvenient.
And I realized something:
If I couldn’t trust my own promises, how could I expect to build anything, relationships, a career, a life that felt solid?
That night, I decided something had to change. But I didn’t go big. I went small
I didn’t start with “I’m going to change my life!”I started with “I’ll drink a glass of water as soon as I wake up.”
It sounds silly, I know. But when you’re rebuilding trust with yourself, it’s like rehabbing a muscle, you start light. You start with something so small you can actually follow through.
Every morning, I did it. Water first, coffee second. And every time I kept that promise, it was like adding a single brick to the foundation I was rebuilding and learning to Hear My Own Voice Again
The scariest part of losing self-trust is that you stop listening to your gut. You outsource your decisions, to friends, to family, to Google searches at 2 a.m.
I had to relearn how to hear me.
I started journaling again, messy, raw, no filters. I’d write down what I thought, not what I thought I should think.
The more I listened, the more I realized: my intuition was never gone. I’d just been ignoring it.
I had to start Forgiving Myself for the Times I Fell Short, and it was the hardest step, because for a while, every broken promise felt like proof I wasn’t trustworthy.
But here’s the truth:
Self-trust isn’t built by being perfect. It’s built by messing up, owning it, and then trying again.
I had to forgive myself, not in the “let myself off the hook” way, but in the “I’m human and I can do better” way.
The day I realized I trusted myself again didn’t happen with a fanfare. It was just me, standing in my kitchen, making a decision about something big… and noticing I wasn’t second-guessing.The voice in my head wasn’t panicked. It was calm. Steady. Sure, and I thought, Oh. I’m back.
If You’re Here Right Now…
If you’ve been breaking your own promises… if you can’t remember the last time you trusted your gut… please know this: you’re not broken. You’re just out of practice.
Start small. Keep one tiny promise. Then another. And another.
One day, you’ll wake up, and that quiet, steady voice inside you, the one that’s been there all along, will be impossible to ignore.
And when that happens?
You’ll know you can handle whatever life throws at you. Because you’ll know you’ve got you.
