The dishes sat in the sink, untouched since the morning. She leaned against the counter, staring at the cluttered kitchen, knowing she should clean up, knowing she should eat something decent, but feeling too drained to motivate. The thought of caring for herself, let alone anyone else, felt overwhelming. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be better, to do better. It was just that lately, she just felt like she didn’t have what it takes anymore.
At work these days, she hesitated before responding to emails, second-guessing every word. In meetings, she sat quietly, her ideas swallowed before they even reached her lips. She told herself that speaking up wouldn’t change anything, that others were better suited to make decisions. Even in her personal life, she withdrew. Friends reached out, but she let messages linger, unread. She watched as the world spun forward, while she remained stuck in place.
One evening, scrolling through social media, she stumbled upon an old picture of herself – grinning, standing atop a summit after a grueling hike. A moment of triumph. Her body had ached that day, her lungs had burned, but she had made it. That version of her had believed in something. She had believed in herself.
That night, she set a goal. A small one. Just a morning walk before work. No pressure, no expectations. The next day, she stepped outside, the cool air brushing her skin. Her body felt sluggish, but she moved anyway. One step, then another. By the end of the week, she was walking every morning. By the end of the month, she signed up for a weekend hike. The old belief, the one buried under her self-doubt, flickered back to life.
Encouraged by her progress, she reached out to a friend. They met for coffee, and she admitted she had been struggling. Her friend listened, nodding, offering encouragement. “You’re stronger than you think,” they said. Their words sat with her, feeding a confidence she hadn’t realized was hungry.
Back at work, she forced herself to speak in a meeting. Her voice wavered, but she kept going. When her idea was met with interest, something inside her shifted. Maybe she wasn’t as invisible as she thought. Maybe what she said mattered. Her teammates began to seek out her advice and she began to voice her thoughts with more conviction, beginning to believe in herself.
A month later, she joined an effort to clean up a local hiking trail. Surrounded by friends and neighbors, sleeves rolled up, laughter ringing in the air, she felt a sense of belonging she hadn’t in a long time. Each small action – picking up litter, clearing brush, with sweat on her brow – became a tangible reminder that she could contribute, that her efforts had an impact.
She still had moments of doubt. Some days, the voice in her head whispered that she wasn’t enough. But now, she had proof to quiet that voice. She had climbed a mountain before. She had taken steps, however small, toward change. She had reached out, spoken up, shown up. And that meant something.
Standing on the newly cleaned trail, watching a child run past laughing, she felt capable, considerate, compassionate. She had believed in herself again, and by believing, had rediscovered her ability to make a difference – not only for herself, but for others, too.
