Believing in myself is natural and normal.

Watch a five-year-old announce that she's an excellent dancer. No hedge, no evidence, no embarrassment whatsoever. That was the factory setting.

What came afterward wasn't a discovery of the truth about your abilities. It was a series of small trainings — a comment in a classroom, a laugh at the wrong moment, a school system that graded confidence out of you in the name of realism.

So restoring it isn't building something foreign. It's closer to removing something that was added later. That distinction matters, because building feels impossible on a bad day and removing feels merely difficult. The original is still under there. It only went quiet.