Quote from: Sephirah link=topic=xxxx.msgxxxx date=September 27, 2025, 05:21:17 PMTrust is hard... You just have to trust yourself.
Sephirah, thank you for naming this so clearly. Many of us were taught to doubt what we know about ourselves, so rebuilding self-trust takes time and steady repetition. Lori's reframing—asking "How can I make this happen?"—is a bridge from doubt to movement. It doesn't erase fear; it gives it somewhere to sit while we take the next honest step. 🧭
We also need space for 
grief. Many of us carry grief for lost time, lost safety, lost relationships, or the childhoods we should have had. Grief is not a setback; it is part of healing. In community, we hold one another's sorrow without rushing it or measuring how long it "should" take. Mourning what was lost is one way we make room for what's next. 🕯
A core part of this work is 
forgiveness. First, forgiving ourselves—for the ways we hid, coped, or believed other people's stories—so shame loosens its grip. Then, when we're ready, forgiving others. Not to excuse harm or to require reconciliation, but to stop carrying their choices inside our bodies. Forgiveness creates room for growth and lets us meet the future without the weight of yesterday. 🌿
Right beside that is 
learning to love ourselves. Love is daily care: speaking to ourselves kindly, honoring our needs, and letting small joys count as evidence that we belong. This is also where 
pets belong. Companion animals are a gentle classroom for receiving and giving love. Their steady presence helps regulate our nervous systems, their simple routines teach consistency, and their uncomplicated affection makes trust feel safer again. As self-love steadies, it spills outward—we can love others without losing ourselves. 🐾💜
Several quiet supports help all of this take root. 
Rest makes courage possible tomorrow. 🌙 
Joy on purpose—play, music, making or tending something—teaches our bodies that safety can return. ✨ 
Boundaries keep connection safe and protect the space where healing happens. 🫂 Simple 
rituals and routines—a morning walk, lighting a candle before journaling, a weekly check-in—steady the day. 
Telling our story (to ourselves, a friend, or a counselor) turns chaos into meaning. Time in 
nature reminds us we belong here. 🌳 And offering support through 
service or mentorship lets us see our own strength reflected back. 🤲 When the inner voice gets harsh, borrow the voice you'd use for a friend; until your own light steadies, let the community reflect you back to yourself. 🤝
To anyone reading who still feels stuck: you're not behind and you're not alone. Trust can be rebuilt. Forgiveness can be learned. Love—helped along by a soft purr or a wagging tail—grows. Grief, when honored, becomes a passage rather than a prison. We try, we learn, we adjust; fall, rise, repeat. Keep taking the next honest step. We'll always be there walking right beside you. 🌈
With love and support! 🫂
—Susan