Dear Diary, I am worthy. I always have been. Somewhere along the way, I convinced myself otherwise I started believing my worth was something I had to earn. through how hard I worked, how passive I became, how quiet I stayed or how well I held it all together. But I see it now. My worth was never tied to how much I did for others. It was never something I had to prove. I've always been enough. On slow days. On productive days. On the days I say yes and the days I say no. I finally see it. I am worthy. Just as I am.