Week 15: The Role of Trust in My Healing

The Role of Trust in My Healing: Or How I Learned to Stop Side-Eyeing Myself

There was a moment (okay, many moments) when I realized I didn’t really trust myself. Not with decisions, not with people, and definitely not with online shopping past 9 p.m. Healing was happening, slowly, but trust? That felt like assembling IKEA furniture without the instructions: confusing, frustrating, and occasionally ending in tears.

Step One: Trusting Myself to Show Up

It started with tiny promises.
“I will go for a walk today.”
“I will not text my ex.”
“I will drink water before coffee… okay, with coffee.”

It use to be that the first one I would have no problem letting down would be myself but when I kept those little promises, something weird happened. I started believing in me again. Like, “Hey, she said she’d journal tonight—and she did. Look at her go!”

Rebuilding trust with myself wasn’t about big declarations. It was about showing up consistently, even if it was with unbrushed hair and mismatched socks.

Step Two: Trusting Other Humans (Gulp)

Here’s the thing: people had let me down. And spoiler alert—I’d let people down too. So opening up again felt like trying to eat soup with a fork: frustrating and bound to end in a mess.

But healing required connection, and connection required vulnerability. (Ugh. Gross, I know.)

So I started small. I let a friend in on how I was really feeling—not the “I’m fine!” version. I asked for help (gasp). I let people show me who they were without constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop—or for them to ghost me mid-convo. And when they didn’t? That built trust.

Not everyone earned it. That’s okay. But slowly, my people became my people. The ones who see me in my cozy chaos and love me anyway.

Step Three: Trusting the Process (Even When It’s a Hot Mess)

Healing isn’t linear. Sometimes it’s three steps forward, two steps back, like the cha-cha with a nap in between. But trusting that I was still moving in the right direction—even on the messy days—was part of the magic.

I learned to celebrate the small wins. Like not spiraling when someone took too long to text back. Or choosing peace over proving a point. Trusting that healing was happening helped me stay the course—even when I felt like I was failing.

Final Thoughts:

Trust didn’t come roaring back into my life. It tiptoed. It wobbled. Sometimes it wore fuzzy slippers. But day by day, I learned that I could count on myself. That people could be safe. That the journey, twisty as it is, is worth taking.

So here I am: trusting, healing, growing—and occasionally still side-eyeing myself at 9 p.m. when I hover over the “add to cart” button. Progress, not perfection, right?

What’s one small promise you’ve kept to yourself lately that made you feel just a little more whole?

Join me on this blogging challenge. Visit the page and download the PDF. I would love to read your story! 

• Week 15 – Blogging Challenge for Codependency Recovery:
  • The Role of Gratitude in Recovery: List things you’re grateful for this week.
• Week 15– Blogging Challenge for Advanced Codependency Recovery:
  • The Role of Trust in My Healing: Write about how you’ve rebuilt trust—with yourself and others.

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