When ‘I’m fine’ becomes automatic, it’s often the body performing safety, not truth.

What changes when someone finally feels seen, not judged or fixed? A grounded reflection on witnessing, recognition, and why no one rewrites their self-worth alone.

I used to think self-worth was something you lost, something that slipped away after heartbreak or failure, some internal light that dimmed quietly when you weren't looking. I don't believe that anymore. I think most of us are born with a strong sense of our own worth. We just learn, over time, to doubt it.