What If There’s Nothing Wrong With You?

I used to wonder if there was something wrong with me. Ever feel like that? It’s not always easy to pinpoint, but it’s there, like an itch you can’t scratch. I’d go through my days, sometimes weeks, with this thought simmering at the back of my mind: Why am I not like everyone else? My values, my instincts, the way I thought about life—it didn’t quite line up with what I saw around me.

And if I’m honest, I spent a lot of time trying to fit in, trying to do the things everyone else seemed so naturally inclined toward. I tried to keep my head down, follow the paths laid out in front of me, even if they felt like narrow alleys instead of open roads. But it never felt right. That sense of belonging, of flowing with a group that shared my pulse, was missing.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—I was the problem.

Then I met my husband. And everything started to make sense. Suddenly, there was this person who understood my soul, without me needing to explain it. He wasn’t trying to put me into a box or mold my edges to fit. He simply saw me, as I was. And he didn’t want to change that. For the first time, I felt free to be exactly who I am, and that was when I realized—there was never anything wrong with me at all.

It’s strange how life does that to you. You spend years fighting battles in your own head, wondering what needs fixing, what parts of you need to be shaved down or polished. And then, just like that, someone comes along who looks at the whole, messy, unfiltered you and says, “This is beautiful.” It makes you question why you ever doubted yourself in the first place.

That’s the power of the right person, the right environment, the right tribe. When you’re around people who “get it,” who share your vision, who let you exhale…you don’t have to explain yourself. You don’t have to contort your personality or water down your dreams to keep the peace. You get to be free. You get to be real.

Let me be clear: there’s a difference between needing to grow and believing you’re broken. One is about evolving, the other is about struggling to fit into a life that isn’t made for you. And that’s what I had been doing for so long. I was so used to questioning my own choices, wondering if my instincts were somehow wrong, because they didn’t match the people around me. It took finding someone who valued the things I valued—who saw life through a similar lens—to realize it wasn’t my soul that needed fixing, just my surroundings.

People often say, “Surround yourself with those who uplift you.” It’s almost become a cliché, something you see splashed across Instagram posts in swirling fonts. But there’s real truth to it. The people you choose to be around either pour into you or drain you. And sometimes, it’s not even their fault. It’s just that they’re wired differently; they prioritize things you don’t, and they’ll never fully understand the way you see the world. So when you try to fit into their spaces, their values, their expectations—you’ll find yourself feeling out of place, like a wildflower in a manicured garden.

And over time, that can wear you down. You start to believe maybe you’re the one who needs to change, to become more like them. But let me tell you, that’s not your purpose. You weren’t meant to contort yourself to fit someone else’s life. You were made to bloom in your own space, with people who appreciate what makes you unique.

When I met my husband, he wasn’t just someone who loved me—he was someone who understood me. And there’s a world of difference between the two. Love is powerful, but understanding? That’s something else. It’s quiet, it’s steady, and it gives you room to be everything you are, without worrying about being too much or too little. He didn’t need me to fit into a specific mold. In fact, he encouraged me to break any molds I’d let myself slip into.

And for the first time, I had the freedom to build a life that felt right. I stopped second-guessing my choices, because I had someone who believed in them just as strongly as I did. I stopped feeling like a foreigner in my own life.

So maybe you’re like me. Maybe you’ve felt that same tension, that same wondering if you’re somehow…off. If the things that call to you are somehow wrong because they don’t resonate with those around you. Maybe you’ve tried to fit into spaces that were never meant to hold you.

Here’s the thing: you’re not broken. There’s nothing to “fix.” You might just be living in the wrong surroundings, with people who can’t see the beauty of your unique perspective. That’s okay. But you owe it to yourself to find those who can. And they’re out there. Maybe it’s a partner, maybe it’s a community, maybe it’s a friend who shares that unspoken understanding. But they exist.

Once you find them, it all clicks. The weight lifts. The self-doubt fades. And you begin to realize that the only “problem” was the expectation that you had to change in order to be accepted. That’s the lie. The truth? You only need to find the right people.

If I can leave you with one thought, it’s this: don’t let the world convince you that being different is wrong. Don’t let anyone make you feel small because you’re not following their path. And most importantly, don’t waste time in spaces that don’t feel like home.

The right people—the ones who truly get you—won’t need explanations. They won’t need you to defend your choices, to justify your dreams, to prove your worth. They’ll see the value in you, as you are, and they’ll make space for all of it. That’s the beauty of finding your people. It’s the relief of stepping into a life that feels like it was made for you, instead of one you have to squeeze into.

I wish someone had told me this sooner. That there was no need to apologize for the way I am or what I wanted. That it wasn’t “wrong” to want different things, to see the world differently. It was simply a matter of finding those who appreciated the difference.

Because once you find them, once you’re seen, truly seen, in all that you are—that’s when you finally understand. You were never the problem. You just hadn’t found your people yet.

And when you do? That’s when life feels like coming home.