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Growing up in a household where emotions were rarely acknowledged, I found myself becoming increasingly introverted and disconnected from others. This lack of emotional expression instilled a deep-seated fear within me, particularly when it came to interacting with people and asking questions.
During my childhood, without electricity at home, my family and I would often visit our neighbors just to watch television. However, I vividly recall the sting of rejection when they closed the door on us while we watched from outside, leaving me feeling utterly alone and unfairly treated. It was during these times of isolation that I turned to writing as my sanctuary—a place where I could freely express my innermost thoughts and feelings.
As I progressed into sixth grade, a writing assignment from my teacher presented an opportunity to share my voice. Eagerly, I poured my heart onto the page, only to discover my work callously discarded in the trash. This rejection shattered my confidence in my own abilities and extinguished my passion for writing. I began to doubt my worth, feeling as though nobody believed in me or my potential. Lost in a sea of resentment and insecurity, I struggled to navigate my way forward.
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Growing up in a household where emotions were rarely acknowledged, I found myself becoming increasingly introverted and disconnected from others. This lack of emotional expression instilled a deep-seated fear within me, particularly when it came to interacting with people and asking questions.
During my childhood, without electricity at home, my family and I would often visit our neighbors just to watch television. However, I vividly recall the sting of rejection when they closed the door on us while we watched from outside, leaving me feeling utterly alone and unfairly treated. It was during these times of isolation that I turned to writing as my sanctuary—a place where I could freely express my innermost thoughts and feelings.
As I progressed into sixth grade, a writing assignment from my teacher presented an opportunity to share my voice. Eagerly, I poured my heart onto the page, only to discover my work callously discarded in the trash. This rejection shattered my confidence in my own abilities and extinguished my passion for writing. I began to doubt my worth, feeling as though nobody believed in me or my potential. Lost in a sea of resentment and insecurity, I struggled to navigate my way forward.
© chrrrrr.ist
