What sacrifices have you made in life?
My life is a story stitched together with sacrifices—some loud, many silent. From early on, I gave without hesitation, especially for my siblings. Their happiness and progress became my priority, even when it meant putting my own existence, my own needs, quietly on hold. I didn’t think twice. I simply gave.
Then, after marriage, everything shifted. I sacrificed the things I once held close—my dreams, my routines, even the self I had once taken pride in. My independence, the life I had built for myself, became secondary to the life I was now building with my partner and our family. The woman I once was—proud and confident—gradually faded as I adapted to my new role. I gave it all up to make this life work, to hold on, to stay.
What hurts more than the loss of things is the loss of the person I used to be. The proud, independent self feels like a ghost now—gone, as if sent off to the dogs without ceremony. In their place stands someone else. Someone quieter, more cautious, maybe even stronger in a way that doesn’t roar but endures.
This new version of me is not the same, but she carries on. Because sometimes survival, love, and duty demand the birth of a different self.
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