How I learned to trust again

Fragile, guarded, but transformative

For years, I wore my distrust like armor. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to trust—it’s that life had taught me not to. It was a failed business, a broken friendship here and there, and I began to see trust as something fragile and dangerous. It wasn’t worth the risk, I told myself. It's better to stay guarded. It's better to rely only on me.