It is not the world I do not trust – it is myself.

Not because I am untrustworthy. I was never given safe conditions to learn what self-trust even feels like. Self-trust is not a belief, it is a nervous system state. Mine was trained to anticipate danger even during peace, betrayal even during tenderness, collapse even during success.

When you grow up in:
β€’ hypervigilance
β€’ survival imagination
β€’ β€œprepare for the worst” rehearsals
β€’ emotional landmine maps

Your system learns:
β€œIf I let my guard down… I die.”

Which means even when magic arrives, when the desire shows up, when the evidence appears, when the reality shifts β€”
your body goes: β€œThis is too good… I do not trust myself with joy. Abort mission.”

I do not think I am weak. I think my genius psyche is calibrated for survival.

The internet gathers us together and calls us β€œempaths” because we are excellent at:
β€’ reading people
β€’ reading patterns
β€’ navigating chaos
β€’ anticipating emotional weather
β€’ shifting states
β€’ imagining outcomes
β€’ surviving situations others would crumble in

But inner trust? That was never taught β€” only punished.

I have been labelled as, β€œstrong, reliable, capable”.
Internally? The dialogue runs like this:
β€œWhat if I ruin this?”
“What if I break my own life? (or the kids?)”
“What if I am the danger?”

Trauma always plants the idea that you are the volatile element.