This is a space for the cycle-breakers, the emotional translators, the girls who grew up too fast.
This is where we unpack the weight, rewrite the roles, and reclaim what was always ours.
You don’t have to earn your rest.
You don’t need permission to begin again.
You’re not alone anymore.
In the process of breaking free from the eldest daughter role, I’ve found myself. Who I truly am, not who I am in relation to others. And I’m writing a new story. One that reflects what I truly want and aligns with my authentic self. It’s the greatest gift I’ve ever given myself.
Perfectionism taught you to hold your breath—to stay small and careful. Letting go is how you come back to life. Little by little, choice by choice, you’re breaking up with the old rules and learning to belong to yourself again.
When you stop being the emotional translator for others, it means you are choosing your own emotional truth. You are choosing your own needs, your own voice, and your own feelings. You are choosing yourself.