Big Enough Mountain was a song I once heard as an anthem for my love for others—the people I carried, the ones I wanted to protect, the ones I loved beyond measure. But somewhere along the way, the meaning shifted. The words that once reminded me of them started to sound like they were meant for me, too.
The realization didn’t come easily. It took an unexpected snowstorm, a conversation that exposed a long history of gaslighting, and a song that hit differently at just the right moment. It was the moment I stopped waiting for love to be returned in the way I gave it—and started learning to give it to myself.
Choosing myself hasn’t been easy. It doesn’t mean I love others any less, and it doesn’t mean I don’t care. It means I’ve stopped treating myself as an afterthought. It means recognizing that love isn’t something I have to prove or earn. It’s something I am worthy of, simply because I exist.
This week’s blog explores what it means to stand in that love—to stop disappearing, to take up space, and to remind myself, time and time again, that I am enough.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough for today.
