Why I Believed for So Long That I Was Wrong
- Jul 27
- 3 min read
Updated: Jul 29
I’m taking part in a blog challenge.
My chosen topic: Why I used to believe something was wrong with me.
It wasn’t a short journey – self-acceptance felt like an eternity.
Today, I know so many methods and tools that would make it all so much easier.
Let’s dive into my truth.
Sometimes, it only takes a quiet moment, a whisper of truth, to recognize who you really are.
For me, that moment was hidden for a long time—buried under layers of doubt, misunderstanding, and the deep sense of not belonging. But today I know: within every doubt lies a quiet trace, a call for authenticity that one day becomes impossible to ignore.
INDEX
Childhood Light: A First Glimpse Beyond the Veil
Even as a child, I felt different. Not misplaced—but not quite part of this world either.
I often imagined I had been adopted, simply because I couldn’t make sense of the world around me.
I felt too much, questioned too much, dreamed of realms no one seemed to see.
My rebellion wasn’t defiance—it was a quiet uprising for something deeper.
In school, I was mostly unseen. But deep down, I knew: I was more than the mistakes in my exercise book.
I was ready to write a story of my own.
Between Worlds: The Courage to Be Different
Later in life, I found myself in spaces where women like me were rare—working in IT, a realm of logic and systems.
I didn’t quite fit, yet somehow, I belonged.
I discovered that my difference wasn’t a flaw—it was a doorway into other dimensions.
I broke boundaries—not to provoke, but to stay true.
I didn’t fit into categories. And that became my strength.
Many Paths, One Inner Compass
My journey became a mosaic of experiences: coaching, shamanic guidance, hypnotherapy without trance, Chinese astrology, and deep intuitive work.
What some might call unconventional or “esoteric” is, to me, a set of living tools.
I’m a scanner soul, a seeker with open hands and an alert heart. I thrive in patterns, in subtle connections, in walking with others.
My path is not straight—but it is true.
Why I Thought I Was Wrong
All those early experiences—the sense of being different, the invisibility at school, the outsider in the tech world—kept feeding the belief that I was somehow not enough.
Too sensitive. Too intense. Too much.
But all of that was just a story I told myself.
Now I see clearly: I was never wrong.
I just hadn’t yet been truly seen.
My sensitivity is my strength.
My many facets are a gift.
My rebellion is a deep inner yes to life.
The Turning Point: Seeing Myself Clearly
Then came the moment I stopped fighting myself.
I began to look at myself with new eyes—with compassion, with curiosity.
I stopped judging. I started listening.
I realized: My feelings are a language.
My thoughts are an inner compass.
My path needs no explanation—it just needs to be walked.
With dignity. With softness. With clarity.
What I Want You to Know
If you sometimes feel out of place—like you don’t quite fit in—pause for a moment.
Maybe you are not wrong.
Maybe you are exactly the person this world needs right now.
With your depth.
With your clarity.
With your quiet courage to stop hiding.
You Are Enough
My journey has shown me:
The feeling of being wrong is like a fog.
It lifts when you begin to take yourself seriously.
There’s a truth inside you—stronger than any attempt to fit in.
You don’t have to become anything special.
You already are.
From Heart to Heart
Ursina
You’re curious how I guide women through their wild and wise years? www.ursinafried.ch
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