There was a moment—a quiet, almost imperceptible moment—when I remembered who I was. It didn’t happen in a grand or dramatic way; there was no loud epiphany or external validation. It was just me, sitting with my thoughts, reflecting on the person I had been, the person I had become, and the person I wanted to be.
I realized I had spent so much time doubting myself, questioning my decisions, and seeking approval from others. I had let the noise of the world drown out my own voice, convincing myself that I wasn’t enough. But in that moment of clarity, I stopped. I took a deep breath and asked myself: What am I doing? Why am I hiding from the very person I’ve spent my whole life becoming?
When I remembered who I was—my values, my strengths, my dreams—it was as though a weight lifted from my shoulders. I wasn’t defined by my mistakes or the expectations others had placed on me. I was defined by my resilience, my passion, and my ability to keep going even when the odds weren’t in my favor.
Suddenly, everything started to shift. Not because the world changed, but because I changed. I began speaking up for myself, choosing what truly mattered to me, and saying no to the things that didn’t. I stopped shrinking myself to fit into spaces where I didn’t belong. Instead, I started creating spaces where I could thrive.
It wasn’t easy, and there are still days when self-doubt tries to creep back in. But now I know who I am, and that knowledge is my foundation. Every step I take feels intentional and aligned, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like the universe is meeting me halfway. The shift didn’t happen to me—it happened because of me.