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Who Am I?
It's the question underneath every other question.
Not what do I do, or what am I good at, or what do people need from me — but who am I when all of that is set down?
Most women can answer for everyone else. Their children. Their partner. Their work. Their calling. But ask them who they are, apart from what they carry, and the room goes quiet.
That silence isn't emptiness. It's distance. Somewhere along the way you were taught to become someone the world could accept, and the woman underneath went quiet to make room for her.
This page is where she starts speaking again.
There are two truths that everything in this work rests on. Read them slowly. Something in you already knows them.
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