Self Doubt

Self-doubt is a quiet thief,
whispering questions I don’t want to hear,
casting shadows on my brightest days.

It makes me second-guess every step,
every word, every choice.
“Am I enough?”
“Do I belong here?”

Sometimes it feels like a weight
pressing down on my chest,
a storm inside my mind that never quite settles.

But I’m learning to face it,
to sit with the fear without running,
to remind myself that doubt doesn’t define me.

It’s just a visitor,
not the owner of my story.

And slowly,
with patience and courage,
I’m rewriting the script—
finding my voice through the noise.

Because even with doubt,
I’m still moving forward.

Blessed