The Stories We Tell Ourselves: How Perception Shapes Our Reality

Ok. Let’s talk about core beliefs.

Whether we realize it or not, they shape everything. The ones we’re aware of and the ones buried deep—maybe even from childhood, maybe from heartbreaks, trauma, rejection, abandonment. They’re like invisible strings pulling at how we see the world. They color everything.

There are really only two states we can live in: empowered or disempowered.

When we’re in a disempowered state, everything feels like it’s happening to us. Life feels unfair. Hard. Heavy. We slip into victim mode. And from that place? It’s so damn hard to take action. We feel stuck, small, helpless. I've been there. God, have I been there.

But let me break it down for you in a simple metaphor: if you put on blue-tinted glasses, everything you see will look blue. That’s what our beliefs do. They tint our entire experience.

So if you believe “I’m unlovable,” or “I always get left,” or “I can’t trust anyone”—your mind will keep finding proof of that. Not because you want to, not because you’re broken, but because your subconscious is just doing its job. It’s scanning for data that supports the story you’re telling yourself. That’s how our brains are wired.

And then we wonder why the same things keep happening.

I say this with love—but wake the fuck up. Nothing is just happening to you. You’re not cursed. You’re not doomed. You’re not broken. You are telling yourself a story that is holding you hostage. And I get it—maybe the pain, the betrayal, the loss you’ve endured? It’s been real. I’m not minimizing it. It’s not about toxic positivity or pretending bad things don’t happen. It’s about how you choose to see them.

Because we all go through hard shit. Some of us go through absolute hell. I did.

I could sit here and drown in the story that I lost friends I loved deeply. That I was in an abusive relationship that broke me in ways I didn’t even understand at the time. That people lied about me. That I hurt people when I was at my worst. That I had to move back in with my parents, feeling like I’d failed at everything.

But I don’t sit in that story. Because it doesn’t serve me.
I choose to stand in this one instead:

I am fucking empowered.
All of that pain cracked me open and led me here.
To healing. To wholeness. To truth.
To writing this blog. To helping other people wake up.
To becoming the most grounded, powerful version of myself I’ve ever known.

All because I started questioning the story.
All because I stopped living in the lie that I was powerless.

Everything—yes, everything—that’s ever happened to me, happened for me.
To reveal what needed healing. To strip away what wasn’t real.
To rebuild me on a stronger, deeper, truer foundation.

You get to choose what lens you see through.
You get to decide what story you feed.
You get to reclaim your power. Right now.

I’m not saying it’s easy. I’m saying it’s worth it.

And you deserve to live a life that feels good.
But it starts with this: stop telling yourself stories that keep you small.

You are not your past.
You are not your pain.
You are not your lowest moment.

You are who you decide to become.

So decide. Choose the blue lens or the clear one. Stay disempowered or rise the hell up. Either way—your reality will reflect it.

Make it one you actually want to live in.