Every morning, I wake up not to the sound of my dreams, but to the heavy silence of a life I never chose. Once, I was a girl with eyes full of stars and a heart full of fire. I had goals, I had ambitions, and I believed the world was at my feet. But today, I stand in a kitchen that feels more like a prison, watching the steam rise from a life that is no longer mine.
My marriage wasn't just a union; it was a quiet funeral for my identity. The person I chose to walk beside me ended up being the wall that blocked my path. Every time I tried to reach for my dreams, the chains of expectations and a hollow relationship pulled me back.
But then, I look at my child. My heart aches with a terrifying mix of love and fear. I chose a partner thinking it would build a bridge for my family, but instead, I feel like I've walked us into a storm. My child's future is the only light left in my dim world, yet I constantly wonder—how can a mother who has lost her own way lead her child to a better life? Is it too late to find the woman I used to be?