The Daily Fight to Feel Enough
It’s always the small things that tip me over. A cancelled visit. An unanswered text. Something that shouldn’t matter so much, but somehow… it does. It really does. Suddenly, I’m not just disappointed—I’m spiralling. The voice in my head wastes no time. See? You’re not a priority. People always leave. You care too much. You’re too much. Or worse: You’re not enough. I try to quiet it. Try to reason with myself. Tell myself it’s not personal, that they’re busy, tired, caught up in life. But the damage is done. That tiny crack becomes a storm, and I feel myself losing footing. It’s not coming from nowhere. There were times when silence meant punishment. When cancelled plans meant I’d done something wrong. When the lack of response felt deliberate. Cold. Designed to teach me a lesson. That kind of trauma doesn’t just vanish. It lingers in the nervous system, in the body’s quiet reactions, in the way I brace myself for rejection—even when no harm is intended. So yes, i...