You're Not Enough And That's Okay Novels & Stories

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.”

"You mentioned her. On the first night." "Sera," he said. "She's—" he paused, looking for the right word and apparently finding none of them sufficient. "She's what happens when you take someone who was told their whole life they were never enough and give them enough space and time to find out what enough actually looks like." I thought about those words. Never enough. "She was rejected too," I said.

“Because you've been staring at the same slide for ten minutes.” I opened my mouth. Then closed it. She was right. I leaned back. “What if they don't like it?” “Then they'll tell you what they don't like.” “And?” “And you fix it.” I smiled. “You make everything sound easy.” “No.” She shrugged. “I just know you.” That sentence stayed with me. I had spent so much time worrying about whether I was enough. Strong enough. Smart enough. Capable enough. Now I was beginning to understand that being enough didn't mean never being uncertain.

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?"

"You are trying to be the perfect mother. And perfect does not exist." I looked at her. "But I need to be good enough. I need to be enough for her." "You are enough. You have always been enough. You just need to believe it." I went home that day and looked at Rose. She was sleeping in her crib. Her tiny chest rose and fell. "I am enough," I whispered. "I am enough for you." I felt the words settle in my chest. They felt true. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "How did it go?"

I mumbled, the doubt lingering in the corners of my mind like a persistent shadow. Jenny pulled back slightly, her expression serious yet filled with warmth. "Mel, Collin's words don't define you. You're not defined by the mistakes of someone else." I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "But what if I'm not enough?" I whispered, the fear of inadequacy clawing at my insides. Jenny's eyes softened, her gaze filled with unwavering support. "Mel, you are more than enough. You're resilient, compassionate, and stronger than you realize. And Killian sees that in you."

Safe. “That I’ll never be enough,” I confessed softly. “That no matter how hard I try, I’ll always fall short — in love, in life, in everything.” His thumb brushed over my knuckles. “Kourt, I see you. Not the mask, not the polished version you show the world, but you. And that you, the real you, is more than enough. You’re more than enough.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, tears prickling behind my eyes. I leaned into him, seeking the comfort his presence always seemed to bring.

’ 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.