I Had Forgotten Who I Was
I had forgotten that I am the same woman who once walked the streets of a crowded city at night, crying, hungry, cold, exhausted, carrying my child in one arm and two pieces of luggage in the other. I was not running away. I was choosing myself I was choosing to leave; to protect myself from harm that was emotional, physical, and deeply mental. I had forgotten that I am the same woman who survived abuse… and still chose courage over comfort. I was not afraid to be alone then. But trauma has a way of reshaping you; quietly, deeply; until you don’t recognise your own strength anymore. I had forgotten that I once walked away from a high paying job; not out of failure, but out of self-respect. I chose peace over prestige. And when I returned to a place I thought was home, I realized I didn’t belong there either. So I moved again. Started over again. Built again. But somewhere in the process of rebuilding, I forgot something important- I am the same woman who had the strength to leave every...