For many years, I carried a weight that wasn’t mine.
I didn’t know it then, but I was walking through life with a heavy suitcase full of words that didn’t belong to me.
“You’re too much.”
“You’re not enough.”
“You’ll never be anything.”
I was dragging those words behind me like luggage I never packed.
Holding them like they were mine to carry.
Believing them like they were truth.
They weren’t.
The Breaking Point
The moment that changed everything?
Whew.
It wasn’t dramatic.
No earth-shattering epiphany.
No movie scene where I stood in the rain and finally let go.
It was quieter than that.
It was one simple realization that hit me deeply:
I had been believing broken people.
Not healed people. Not whole people. Not people who had done their inner work.
I had been taking the words of wounded souls and making them my truth.
And the second I saw that?
Oh, I got angry.
At them for handing me their pain like a gift.
At myself for carrying it like it was mine.
But I didn’t know better.
And now?
Now I do.
Here’s What I Did to Heal
I couldn’t keep living in a world where their words defined me.
So I did the work.
I unlearned.
I rewrote my own damn story.
Here’s how:
1. I Sat With My Anger
Oh yeah, I let myself feel it.
Not in a way that consumed me, but in a way that set me free.
Because anger? It’s love with nowhere to go.
I had spent so much time loving people who didn’t love themselves.
And I was DONE carrying that weight.
2. I Started Questioning My Own Thoughts
Whose voice was in my head?
Who told me I wasn’t enough?
Who made me believe that lie?
Because I promise you—
You weren’t born believing you were unworthy.
You learned it.
Which means… you can unlearn it, too.
3. I Chose My Own Words
If their words could shape me,
Then, so could mine.
So, I rewrote the script.
Instead of “I’m too much”, I said “I am powerful.”
Instead of “I’m not enough”, I whispered “I am whole.”
And you know what?
After a while, I started to believe me.
The Results
This shift changed everything.
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I stopped letting their words define me.
I finally saw that their opinions were never facts. -
I started feeling lighter.
You walk differently when you put down what’s not yours to carry. -
I found my own damn voice.
Not their voice. Not their limitations.
Mine.
Key Lessons I Learned
Through this journey, I uncovered three unshakable truths:
Just because they said it doesn’t mean it’s true.
People speak from their wounds. Don’t let their pain become your identity.
Your anger is not the enemy.
The alarm clock wakes you, saying, “Hey, it’s time to regain your power.”
You don’t have to prove anything.
You were already enough. You just forgot for a minute.
Want to Make This Shift? Start Here:
If you’ve been carrying someone else’s pain, story, or nonsense—it’s time to set it down.
Here’s where you start:
Notice whose words are in your head. Ask yourself: Who made me believe this? If the answer isn’t you, it’s not yours to hold.
Rewrite the story. Their words are not the final draft. You hold the pen.
Let yourself feel whatever comes next—sadness, relief, anger—whatever it is. Let it move through you, not live inside you.
Because, listen—
You were never broken.
You just believed people who were.
And now?
Now it’s time to believe you!
