They told me my heart was treacherous.
That I couldn’t trust it.
That it would mislead me.
That if I followed it… I would lose everything.
So I learned to silence it.
To question every feeling.
To override the quiet voice inside me that said,
“Something isn’t right.”
And for a long time… I believed them.
I believed that my confusion meant I was weak.
That my questions meant I was drifting.
That my pain was a sign I needed to try harder… not listen deeper.
But here’s what I know now:
My heart was never the problem.
It was the part of me that noticed.
The part that felt the disconnect.
The part that refused to fully settle into something that didn’t feel true.
They called it treacherous.
But it was honest.
They told me not to trust it.
But it was the only thing that didn’t lie to me.
And the moment I finally listened…
everything started to change.
So if you’re sitting there, wondering if you can trust yourself…
This is your reminder:
Your heart is not dangerous.
It’s not broken.
And it’s not leading you astray.
It might just be the most trustworthy thing you have.🫶🏻