Trust Your Intuition: A Lesson I Learned About Seeking Validation

"My intuition never lied, I just wasn't ready to accept the truth."

I’ve been reflecting a lot lately, and something finally clicked for me: I’ve spent so much time seeking validation from other people when my intuition had already spoken. I would feel something in my spirit — a shift, a nudge, a quiet warning — and instead of trusting my intuition, I’d reach out to someone else to see if they felt the same thing.

Almost as if I needed someone to confirm what I already knew.

Looking back, I can see so clearly that I wasn’t confused. I wasn’t overthinking. I wasn’t being dramatic. My inner voice was actually right on time — I just didn’t trust it enough to stand on it.

And when I dig deeper into why, I realize a few things about myself:

There were moments when accepting what I felt would have required me to move differently. Setting boundaries. Stepping away. Saying no to something I wanted to work. Seeking validation became a softer alternative to facing the truth my intuition whispered.

I also realized that the people I asked for advice weren’t inside the situation with me. They couldn’t feel what my spirit was picking up on. Their perspective came from their own experiences, not mine. And sometimes, the reassurance I received wasn’t alignment — it was comfort.

And comfort can drown out clarity.

I’ve learned that intuition isn’t loud. It doesn’t shout. It doesn’t force itself.

It simply tells the truth quietly… and waits for me to listen.

When I replay certain moments in my life, I can literally see how my body reacted before my mind processed it. My peace shifted. My energy tightened. My spirit whispered, “Pay attention.” And every time I ignored that, it wasn’t because I didn’t know — it was because I didn’t trust myself enough to act.

But I’m growing.

I’m healing out loud.

I’m choosing myself in new ways.

And part of that is honoring the wisdom inside me even when it’s uncomfortable, even when no one else agrees, and even when it doesn’t make sense at first. Trusting my intuition has become a form of self-respect. A boundary. A spiritual practice. A promise to myself.

I’m done outsourcing my clarity.

I’m done letting outside voices override my inner knowing.

I’m learning to trust my intuition the first time, not the tenth.

Because the truth is… it has never led me wrong.

I just wasn’t ready to honor the version of me who knew.

But I’m ready now.

Journal Prompt:

What is one moment in my life where my intuition was right, but I didn’t listen? What would honoring myself have looked like in that moment?