What's best for me is learning to name the things that scare me. Out loud. To at least one person. Maybe it's a friend, maybe it's someone on the internet I'll never meet. But speaking it makes it real, and making it real makes it manageable. When my fear is just a feeling in my chest, it controls me. When I say it out loud, suddenly I have some power over it. 🗣️

I need to stop waiting for permission to be vulnerable. I need to stop thinking that admitting my insecurity makes me weak. Actually, it's the opposite. The people I respect most are the ones brave enough to say "I don't know" or "I'm scared." That takes more strength than any confidence ever could. 💪

So I'm practicing. I'm telling people things that terrify me to admit. And you know what? The sky hasn't fallen. They haven't left me. They've gotten closer. 🌈

Maybe the best thing for me isn't to overcome my fear—it's to learn to move forward with it anyway. Isn't that what courage actually is? 🤔