When you’ve lived through abuse, it can feel like everything good in you has been lost—your confidence, your joy, even your sense of self.

Looking in the mirror, you might only see what was taken: your voice, your laughter, your light.

But do you want to know the truth? You are not broken. You’ve simply been buried beneath the weight of someone else’s darkness, lies, and control.

The real you—the one who used to dream, who used to dance, who used to love without fear—is still there. Quiet. Waiting. Ready.

Confidence doesn’t come from pretending you’re okay. It begins when you dare to remember that deep down—you are already strong. It starts with a whisper: “I’m still here.” And with each new day, that whisper will grow louder.

So today, let’s take one small, healing step: Place your hand on your heart and say out loud: “I am not broken. I am beginning again.”

That’s enough for today. You don’t need to do it perfectly—you just need to show up. And you just did.

Every step you take toward remembering your worth is a quiet revolution. And today, you’ve started.

Come back tomorrow—we’ll begin gently uncovering the lies that made you forget your worth.