These days, I often ask myself why am I stuck? Why do others seem to have so much more, accomplish so much more, live so much more fully than I do?
Honestly, I didn’t even know that “more” was possible for me. That I could achieve it. That I could live it. For so long, I thought my life was predetermined, that my role was to stay small, quiet, unseen, to do as the adults told me and never ask for more. But I’m realizing now that the adults never had my best interests at heart. Their rules, their instructions, their control they weren’t about guiding me toward my own potential. They were about keeping me in line.
And in staying quiet, I lost pieces of myself. No one knows my hobbies. No one knows what excites me, what frustrates me, what truly makes me feel alive. No one knows my likes, my dislikes, my dreams, my fears. No one knows me. And if no one knows me, how could anyone help me? How could anyone even see the parts of me that are ready to grow, to thrive, to finally step into “more”?
I realize now that the responsibility is mine. I have to open up. I have to speak. I have to share, not just with the world, but with myself, acknowledge my desires, my strengths, my worth. I have to start trusting that I am allowed to want, allowed to dream, allowed to claim the life that feels bigger than the one I was told to accept.
It’s scary. It’s unfamiliar. But staying quiet has kept me stuck. Opening up might be the first step toward everything I didn’t even know was possible for me.
