The Woman I Found Again
By Sanjukta Das I searched for myself in crowded rooms,in borrowed dreams and borrowed truths,in every yes I gave away,in every word I didn’t say. I wore my strength like armour,and called my silence grace,I learned to leave my own heart waiting,while taking care of every place. Then came a quiet morning,when nothing had gone wrong,and yet I knew, with sudden clarity,I had been missing for too long. So I gathered up the piecesI had scattered everywhere,the woman I had silenced,the dreams I couldn’t spare. I did not become somebody new.I simply turned around—and found the woman I had beenstill waiting to be found. August 22, 202 What Losing Myself Taught Me About Coming Home Sometimes the hardest journey is not becoming someone new. It is finding the woman you were before the world taught you to disappear. The Story Behind These Words I wrote this for the woman who looks in the mirror and wonders when did she become a stranger to herself. For the woman who became dependable before she learned to become honest with herself. For the woman who kept giving because giving felt safer than asking. For the woman who learned how to survive disappointment, absorb silence, carry responsibility and keep moving—while quietly losing pieces of herself along the way. For years, I believed that finding yourself was something dramatic. I imagined transformation as a...
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