08/01/2026
Make the Beliefs Make Sense
(Break the Cycle. Rewrite the Story.)
The beliefs didn’t come from nowhere.
They were installed — while my name sat on a children-at-risk list with authorities.
While social services watched.
While systems failed.
While adults chose silence.
Yes, the physical wounds from abuse and betrayal can heal.
But the psychological wounds?
Those hit different.
They wire themselves into your nervous system.
Into your self-concept.
Into the way you love, speak, work, hide, cope.
I believed things I never chose:
• I’m a burden.
• I’m not worthy of care.
• I must earn love.
• I’m disgusting.
• I’m not safe being myself.
• I have to fix it. All of it.
• I don’t matter.
( The polite edition)
These weren’t just thoughts.
They were a blueprint for how I existed.
Until I asked: Who gave me these beliefs? And do I still want to carry them?
The world — your world — may have tried to narrate you.
But it doesn’t mean their version is your truth.
Break the cycle.
Rewrite the story.
You don’t need permission.
Only awareness — and the willingness to meet yourself again, without the lies.
