The responsibilities and expectations centered around family seem like an endless battle, with each day dedicated to the efforts of taking care of the household. However, in this process, I find myself gradually losing touch with my own identity, as if submerged in an infinite sea, struggling to breathe. Home should be a place of warmth and comfort, yet why do I struggle to find my own space within it?
The early morning wake-ups at four, the challenges of breastfeeding, relentless resume submissions, seizing every opportunity for change – all symbolize my desperate efforts. In the depths of my thoughts, I yearn to depict the version of myself breaking free in a certain moment, turning her into artwork as motivation.
Yet, I ponder: what brings me shame? Is it the expectations of a traditional family? The responsibilities of a young mother? The process of pregnancy? The moment of childbirth? The endless household chores? Or the distancing from friends due to depressive moods? I realize that I am a product of this era, shaped by the elements around me. Why can't I express myself? Thus, I decide to start from here, rebuilding the elements that made me collapse, step by step towards a better version of myself.
In this challenging journey, I've gained valuable experiences and would like to share them with those also seeking self-awareness and balance:
Through these suggestions and shared experiences, I hope to provide practical insights for you and other readers, helping you cope better with life's challenges. In this process, don't forget that every step is a move towards a better version of yourself.
Thank you for accompanying me on this journey of growth.