02/26/2026
There was a long stretch of my life where I trusted everyone else more than I trusted myself. Systems. Authority. The loudest voice in the room. The version of me that could perform and achieve.
But I didn’t trust the quiet pulse inside my own body.
When Emerson writes, “Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string,” I feel that line in my chest. The iron string feels like integrity — that internal vibration that knows when something is off, even if it looks good on paper or is socially rewarded.
As a highly sensitive woman, I spent years overriding that signal. People-pleasing. Self-abandoning. Ignoring my body in order to be “good.” The iron string was always there — I just wasn’t listening.
Now, trust feels like sovereignty. It is this wild-ass notion that I could be the final authority on my life (who knew??). And when I trust myself, I hope in some way, that might help other women feel permission to trust themselves too. Because that’s how this human race works, we change the personal so as to change the collective.
i’m doing this because I know what it cost me to ignore it. I do this because it’s what feels right - to me. that is it. That’s the permission i’ve been waiting for. i’m the one who held/holds the key.