I'm Sorry...



I’ve been sitting with this ache in my chest, trying to find the right words, but I don’t think there’s a perfect way to say this. So here it is: I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for the way my insecurities sometimes take over and make me crave more attention than I should. For needing constant reassurance, even when I know it’s not fair to ask. It’s not because I don’t believe in my worth—it’s because, deep down, I’m still learning how to.

I hate that my neediness can feel overwhelming, that it might make me seem selfish or too much. It’s something I’m painfully aware of, and it’s exhausting to carry. The fear of being forgotten or not being enough is something I’ve battled for as long as I can remember.

I know these feelings don’t come from others but from inside me—old wounds and scars that I thought I’d moved past but still find myself carrying. They whisper lies, telling me that I have to do more, be more, demand more, or else I’ll be left behind. And sometimes, I let those whispers control me.
The truth is, I’m scared. Scared of fading into the background, of not being noticed or valued. It’s hard to admit that, but it’s even harder to live with the weight of it. I don’t want to be the kind of person who constantly looks outward for validation when I know it has to come from within.

I’m sorry for the moments where my fears have spilled over and made me act in ways I’m not proud of. For the times I’ve let my insecurities overshadow my gratitude for the connections in my life. I don’t want to be this person, and I’m working on it every day.
This isn’t about anyone in particular—it’s about the pattern I’ve noticed in myself, the ways I’ve allowed fear and self-doubt to dictate my actions. It’s not easy to admit, but if I can’t be honest with myself, then how can I ever hope to grow?

I’m trying. Trying to sit with the discomfort instead of running from it. Trying to remind myself that my value doesn’t come from how much attention I get or how often I’m noticed.

So, I’m sorry—for the ways I’ve fallen short, for the times I’ve let my insecurities take the wheel. I’m working on being better, not just for others but for myself.

I don’t have all the answers yet, but I’m committed to finding them. To learning how to show up in the world as someone who doesn’t need constant reassurance to feel worthy. Someone who can stand in their own light without feeling like they’re not enough.

This is me, owning my messiness and my flaws, and trying to grow through it all.

Yours in vulnerability,
Someone finding their way.

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