Some days I wake up and feel completely sure of every decision I've made.

Other days I sit with my coffee and think... what if I was just selfish? What if everyone who said I had everything was right?

And then I remember what it felt like to shrink myself for years to fit into someone else's idea of a perfect life.

And the coffee tastes better 🥀

Do you ever doubt your own brave decisions? Or is it just me