19/10/2026
Not every voice in your head is your own.
It took me years to realize that the voice constantly telling me I could do better wasn't originally mine. I had simply made it my own.
My mother was quite hard on me. There was always room for improvement. Rarely a moment to aknowledge what was already there.
Without realizing it, I started treating myself the same way.
Even wen she wasn't around, her voice continued living inside me.
I could achieve something beautiful and immediately focus on what could have been better. No acknowledgment, just the next thing.
And underneath it all, that familiar feeling of never being quite enough.
I don't blame my mother. She probably carried a voice that was passed down to her, too. But becoming aware of this changed something.
I started questioning that voice instead of automatically believing it, and I'm still learning.
Because healing isn't linear. We meet the same patterns again, but each time we have an opportunity to respond differently.
With more awareness. More compassion. More freedom.
So here's a question I've been sitting with:
When you speak to yourself, whose voice are you actually hearing?
Is that voice helping you become who you truly are, or keeping you trapped in who you learned you had to be?
