No one telling you that you're strong enough will ever convince you otherwise. So I'm not here to tell you that. I'm not here to tell myself that, either.
What I am here to tell you is that standing on the edge sucks big time. I'm not a lover of edges. But you know what else? I'm not too enamored of becoming a backing-away-from-the-edge kind of girl, either. That's almost as bad, far more stifling, and far more paralyzing than stepping to the edge, double-thinking, triple-thinking your decision to be there in the first place.
My good goddess--even a lousy crash and burn is better than the anxiety of waiting, the anxiety of giving up control to some third party to make the decision for you.
Think about the landing--the splash, the sting, or the effortless dive under. You'll survive them all, you'll have a story to tell, and finally (finally), a question answered.