For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a difficult time saying no. Two simple little letters have caused me to even feel paralyzed at times, overthinking and preplanning how to to avoid having to say the word altogether.
Who was I? Who was I really underneath all of the facades and boxes others had set up that I gladly jumped into? The question of who I am is one that I still seek to answer but not in the same confused way I used to ponder some years ago when I was seeking permission to really be me.