“Not Good Enough” Was Never the Truth—It Was the Wound Talking”

There was a time I truly believed I wasn’t enough.

Not enough for love.
Not enough for success.
Not enough to be seen, heard, or celebrated.

And maybe you’ve been there too—carrying the weight of other people’s words, their expectations, their silence. Maybe you’ve been gaslit, dismissed, made to feel like your emotions were “too much,” your dreams unrealistic, your boundaries inconvenient.

That belief—“I’m not enough”—doesn’t come from nowhere.
It often begins in childhood, gets reinforced in toxic relationships, and is kept alive by a culture that thrives on comparison and perfectionism.

But here’s what I’ve learned through my healing journey:
That voice in your head? It isn’t you. It’s a survival response. A scar. A story that was never yours to carry.

Healing isn’t about pretending you’re fine—it’s about finally being honest. Honest about the pain. The triggers. The self-sabotage. The moments you shrink yourself to feel safe. The boundaries you struggle to set because you were never taught how.

It’s about reclaiming the parts of you that got buried under people-pleasing, overworking, and second-guessing.

It’s about building confidence from the inside out—not because you’ve achieved some perfect version of yourself, but because you’ve chosen to be kind to who you are right now.

So if you’re reading this and still battling the lie that you’re not enough—pause.
Breathe.
Ask yourself: Who gave me that story? And am I ready to give it back?

Because the truth is:

You are not broken. You are healing.
You are not behind. You are becoming.
You are not too much. You are powerful.

Confidence doesn’t show up overnight. But healing invites it in—slowly, quietly, like a sunrise.

And you? You’re allowed to take up space. You’re allowed to evolve. You’re allowed to choose yourself—even when it’s uncomfortable.

You were always enough.
You just forgot.
Let this be the season you remember.

Love TJ

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I’m Tamara

I’m just a small-town girl writing her way through life – one honest story, road trip and cinnamon bun at a time.

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