At some point…
you realize it wasn’t yours.
The shame.
The silence.
The expectations.
The roles you were placed in before you even understood what they meant.
Now, you see it clearly.
You can trace it back.
Name where it started.
Understand why it happened.
And for a moment…
that feels like freedom.
But then comes the part
nobody really prepares you for.
You’re still holding it.