The Little Rocks That Taught Me I’m Enough
Even rocks hold stories. Perhaps we do too. Photo: Tia Lam // Pinterest Trigger/content note: This post touches on themes of self-doubt and overwhelm, but also healing and hope. One of the most painful feelings to experience is the overwhelming sense that you are not good enough and that you never will be. I understand this feeling all too well - I sat in that echoing darkness for almost my entire life. I miss the days when I was little and everything seemed simpler. I miss the time spent mostly on just being, rather than the time spent thinking about how I should be so that others would like me. I enjoyed just being a weird child who collected rocks, named them, spoke to them about the tiny, fascinating pieces of the world I experienced each day and treated them like they were my family. My poor mother feared whenever I took my tiny steps outside because she knew I would return with another rock to add to our home. I think she didn't appreciate the fact that instead of pl...