I Journey used to view change as something that pierced my soul with fear. The discomfort of starting over, not knowing what it would look like, assuming what it might feel like, left me tangled in the pain I had carried for so long. I questioned my abilities, held down by the unease that clung to me like railroad tracks. I let my lack of confidence and past traumas be the train that pushed me deeper into discomfort.
Change once felt like a shadow, a fear that seeped into my very being. The roads ahead were unfamiliar, the unknown daunting. A new beginning felt like a heavy burden, like trying to start a story with blank pages, unable to find the spark to ignite it.
The "what ifs" gripped me with tension, and I was trapped in the darkness. My traumas clung to me like leeches, sucking me dry. My dreams were trapped, longing for light. My abilities were in question, my mind too fragile and broken to rise to the occasion, and pity became my escape. The weight of past wounds kept me shackled, as if bound by railroad ties. I let my pain steer me, the train of doubt running wild, leading me further into fear and despair. I couldn’t see the power within me. I didn’t know I was just a shadow of who I wanted to be.
But change—it’s not a monster to fear. It’s the spark that ignites the path forward, an opportunity to heal, rise, and grow. It’s a chance to release what has held me back, a journey that I knew would spark pain in others, but one I had to make.
Within the discomfort lies rebirth, the shedding of old burdens, embracing the lessons learned through pain. It’s a journey toward my truest self, where fear no longer holds sway, and purpose fills the space where doubt once resided.
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