Trust

I don't know how or when it happened. I just woke up one morning, seriously, and trusted myself. Trusted myself in how to raise my daughters, trusted myself in how to interact with people, trusted myself in my career, I just believed. In me. And my ability. It was around 2003. I had been in therapy. I just -- somehow -- knew.
The years of feeling insubstantial melted. The "you can't see me" years faded. The years of questions and doubts....just faded. My demons haven't disappeared. I still have issues with love, and relationships, and trust and other things. I'm flawed.
What changed? Mainly my relationship with myself. I accepted that I was flawed, that I would have to continually have to learn. And work to learn. I just began to trust myself to get it done. And with that trust of myself came a different way of looking at every corner of my life. And everyone in it. It became okay not to be there yet. The difference became just being the best me rather than being perfect.
Did my life suddenly sprout roses at every turn. Nope.
I've had another failed relationship. I'm still battling demons. Still trying to improve and learn.
But it's okay. I make amends to people. I'm flawed. But it's okay.
And with that trust in myself came belief in others. And that is an amazing thing.