Trust. It’s an odd word. Say it again. Say it out loud. Or ask someone else to say it and really listen. Then ask yourself what it means. What’s the first thing that comes to mind? For a word so small, everyone carries a different definition, a different bruise, a different lesson.
A lot of adults drift straight to their intimate relationships when they think about trust — the fear of betrayal, the worry about who might leave or lie. But trust is so much more than that. Commitment means different things to different people, and far too many focus on the physical “cheating” while ignoring the emotional kind. Emotional broken trust is, I think, the worst kind. And honestly, if you don’t have the emotional connection, the physical one doesn’t stand a chance.
“None of us knows what might happen even the next minute, yet still we go forward. Because we trust. Because we have Faith.” ~ Paulo Coelho
I’ve always believed trust is inherent. We’re born into it. Children trust their caretakers long before they know the word. Animals trust their owners long before they’re given a reason not to. Humans trust the universe to give them tomorrow. It’s instinctive — until life teaches us otherwise.
And that’s where gut instinct comes in.
There was a moment — one of those quiet, private ones — when I trusted my gut and it saved me. Not dramatically, not with fireworks, but in the subtle way that changes everything. I felt something shift in a relationship. Nothing loud. Nothing obvious. Just a small internal tug that whispered, pay attention. My brain tried to rationalize it away, but my gut wouldn’t let it go.
So, I listened.
And that tiny instinct ended up being right. It wasn’t about catching someone doing something wrong; it was about recognizing that I was shrinking myself to keep the peace. My gut wasn’t warning me about someone else — it was reminding me to trust myself. To trust my own emotional intelligence. To trust that discomfort is information.
Bottom line: no one can give themselves fully — emotionally or physically — without trust. And sometimes the person you need to trust most is yourself. Your gut. Your intuition. That quiet internal voice that doesn’t shout, but never lies.
Trust isn’t just something we place in others. It’s something we practice with ourselves. And the moment I trusted my gut, I realized I’d been waiting for someone else to validate what I already knew.
That was the right call. And it changed everything.
“Trust no friend without faults, and love a woman, but no angel.” ~ Doris Lessing
Today’s post inspired by the WordPress daily prompt: What’s a time you followed your gut and it turned out to be exactly right? Cover image created with Jetpack AI.
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DISCLAIMER: These are my personal experiences and opinions. Nothing here is medical, nutritional, or therapeutic advice. Also, I’m a writer and an editor. And I try my best to make sure every post is articulate and free from errors. However, being that I edit my own work—and it’s next to impossible to properly edit your own work—I admit, occasionally there may be an error or two I miss. But doing so doesn’t make me an idiot so don’t be mean. Just smile, pat yourself on the back for finding an error and be glad you’re not the only one who makes mistakes sometimes … xoxox
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