Who am I when I’m not someone’s daughter, someone’s partner, someone’s mother, someone’s teacher, someone’s everything?
It’s a quiet question. The kind that doesn’t demand an answer straight away — but lingers. Because for so long, many of us have been known through our roles. We are introduced through them. Needed because of them. Valued, sometimes, only within them. And over time, those roles wrap around us so tightly that we forget where they end… and where we begin.
I didn’t always ask myself this question. Life was full. Busy. Structured around being a single mum, being a teacher, being the one who hold everything together.
All of this came after my divorce. A time when everything shifted, and I found myself not just starting over — but responsible for creating a new kind of stability for my children. There wasn’t much space to stop and wonder who I was beyond that.
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