Back to Creation: Rebuilding Trust from Within

Ever since I was a little girl, I learned that when life got difficult, the best thing I could do was face the problem head-on. I would pick it apart, examine it from every angle, and try to understand how it worked how it could be manipulated, managed, or at least made sense of. I discovered that when I could gain understanding, I could often find reason. And with reason came meaning. And meaning? It led me to purpose. And purpose, more often than not, brought me closure.

But where do you go to find answers? How do you understand something completely foreign to you? I didn’t know how to change my perspective—only that it was worth trying. Even if the answers I found contradicted one another, they gave me more context, more layers, more insight. And that mattered to me.

I began my journey with self-help books. I read and researched endlessly, following every breadcrumb of wisdom on the path. I sought out other souls who had lived through something similar because I believed if someone was placed in my life during that time, they were meant to teach me something.

Everyone has value. Everyone reveals a unique part of the story. Over time, I came to understand that there isn’t just one reason behind anything. Life isn’t that simple or clean-cut.

The more I searched, the more I realized: it's okay to think beyond what you know. What you know isn’t always truth—it’s just what you’ve been taught to believe.

And so I found myself longing for peace. Not peace out there, in the world. But peace within. I had been searching for something external to calm an internal storm.

But where could I start?

I realized that what I truly craved was trust. Trust I had lost after being hurt one too many times. Trust in people. Trust in circumstances. Even trust in myself.

How do you rebuild something you've armored yourself against?

We’re born trusting.

But life... life reshapes us.

We become a mix of what we were given and what we were denied. Nature and nurture—or the lack of both.

So maybe, I thought, I’d go back. Way back. Back to the beginning. To creation.

And there, I allowed something sacred to enter my heart: Faith.

Faith that if I could learn to trust myself again if I could love people who had hurt me then surely there must be something greater guiding me.

Something divine. Something that believed I was worth loving, worth protecting, worth walking alongside. Faith that the road I was on, no matter how rough or winding, was meant for me.

And peace came not from people, not from perfect moments, but from knowing I was never truly alone. There has always been a presence with me. I feel it even now. And maybe, just maybe, that presence is here... Because I’ve always been worth it.