Becca helped me record a voice memo, something I never thought I’d release. It changed everything.
The voice memo was simple but powerful. It was a message to my family, to anyone who had ever tried to dim someone else’s light in order to make another shine brighter. I spoke from the heart, my voice steady, each word punctuated by the raw hurt and frustration I felt. I told them how it felt to wake up to find parts of myself discarded like nothing more than debris. How it felt to be undermined and belittled, made to feel like an accessory to someone else’s story.
“We are not placeholders or props in someone else’s life,” I said, my voice gaining strength as Becca gave me a supportive nod. “We have our own stories, our own dreams, and they deserve to be celebrated as much as anyone else’s. I will not be made to feel invisible or unworthy. Not anymore.”
