The Girl I Left Behind
The Girl I Left Behind
The biggest myth we believe in is that life is supposed to be linear.
But it turns out it’s not. We can change direction, explore new interests, and rewrite our life stories at any time. It takes a lot of courage, because the journey is never easy. But I know I would be very happy and deeply grateful for all the choices I’ve made for myself.
Sometimes, life feels overwhelming. There are things that no longer serve me — old habits, negative thought patterns, or activities that don’t bring me joy (and sometimes even drain my energy).
The hardest part is that I truly sympathize with the broken part of me. She was sweet, naive, and cheerful. She didn’t know how to set boundaries or say no. But somehow, she was the most alive version of me. And she’s been alone.
I know for a fact that she won’t come back anytime soon, even though I miss her. Maybe if she finds a home within me, she might consider returning. And if she does, I’ll let her know how deeply I loved and missed her.
The first and last time she felt anything real, she was rejected for showing her most vulnerable side to someone who called it “weakness.” That was the moment she knew she had to leave. It was enough. So I came in her place. I trembled too — but unlike her, I became ruthless. Not gentle. Not humble.
I know people never really liked that version of me. But more than this mature self, I still love that little girl who simply wanted to be understood. And strangely enough, she was the most realistic part of me that ever existed.
Today, she doesn’t just want to be loved — she wants her rights to be protected. As a human being. As an individual.
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