I spent years trying to be the girl everyone expected. I smiled when I was breaking on the inside. I worked hard even when I could not feel anything. I thought strength meant silence and giving up on my self as an obedience,This year I finally understood something simple. My voice is allowed to exist. My story is allowed to take space. I am learning to speak without fear. I am learning to trust the soft truth inside me. It feels like opening a window after a long winter.But still the lack of support feels demoralizing yet i will be that supporter to the inner child in me and her weird little dreams✨ after now😤

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