For much of my life, I’ve played the role of the responsible one. The good girl. The caregiver. The fixer. This is a story of how that shaped me, how I learned to build walls to protect myself, and what it means to slowly take those walls down. As I near 50, I’m learning to let my spirit breathe again. This essay is for anyone who has ever felt like they had to put their dreams on hold, for anyone who’s ever longed to feel free. I hope you see a piece of yourself in this
