Novel & Cerita You're Not Enough And That's Okay

Like I'm always on the outside looking in. The smile faltered on her lips, and for once her playful demeanor softened. "Ignas, you have been through so much-more than anyone else here knows. You don't have to be like them to be valuable. You're one of the best healers we have.".She spoke softly, but the words fell short of the mark. "It's not just that," I said, staring at my hands. "I feel like… regardless of what I do, it's never enough. I'm never enough."Tessa leaned over and laid a hand on my arm. "You're more than enough, Ignas.

“I was never enough. Not for the orphanage. Not for the people who adopted me. And never for Ryan. Meanwhile, you were always enough for everyone. Even without trying.” Adele finally inhaled softly. She shook her head, “So much anger. So much loudness for something so wrong and misunderstood.”

"That's not nothing." "It's not enough either."

Not perfection, but honest acknowledgment of complexity. It's enough.

"Because they know who you ARE, not who you were." "But what if that's not enough?" "It will be. It has to be."

But today, on the morning after the flowers closed and the answer was yes, I want to say something different. I want to say: *You were enough.* Not: you were going to become enough. Not: you would find out what you were worth. *You were enough.* Standing at that altar in a plum dress with your legs shaking and your spine straight, you were enough. You were the Warden of a city you had not yet found. You were the living centre of a chord that had not yet sounded. You were the person who would say yes four times on a warm stone beside a tall flowering plant in a garden above a river city — and you were that person already, that morning, before any of it had happened.

That was enough. For now. That was enough. ---

"You're here now. That's what matters." "I know. I know I'm here now." "That's what matters. That's all that matters." "Is it? Is it really? Is it enough? Is it enough to make up for the years? Is it enough to make up for the pain? Is it enough to make up for the tears? Is it enough to make up for the silence? Is it enough to make up for the loneliness? Is it enough to make up for the nights I spent without you?"

Ahh, it's still not enough if you count it. ***

’ It’s not gооd enough. Mу сlіt may be bеtrауіng mе but I’vе made uр mу mind. Sоrrу іѕ nоt enough rіght nоw. It’ѕ nоt оkау tо gо аll ‘bad cop’ оn mе without wаrnіng. I can’t handle аnу mоrе ѕurрrіѕеѕ tоdау.