Was I Never Enough?

I wasn't born broken.
But somewhere between my first breath and the last time I begged the universe for mercy,
I cracked.
Quietly. Slowly.
Until all I heard were the echoes of "not enough."

Not pretty enough.
Not smart enough.
Not brave enough.
Not lovable enough.
There was never a moment I was truly seen.
Not as a daughter.
Not as a friend.
Not as a woman who kept choosing others over herself-
Until there was nothing left of her to choose.

Every time I thought, *"This is it. This is the moment someone sees me-*really sees me,"
I was met with silence,
With abandonment dressed in pretty excuses.

They always leave, don't they?
Right when you begin to believe you might be worthy of staying for.

I gave pieces of myself to people who never knew what to do with them.

I showed up. Again and again. For everyone.
But when I needed someone?
Silence.
That kind of silence that screams louder than any goodbye ever could.

You ever feel like you're screaming into a void, hoping someone-anyone-will hear you?
That's been my life.
A symphony of unanswered questions and unhealed wounds.

I've worn smiles like masks. I've laughed through tears.
And I've convinced the world I'm okay,
Even when I was drowning in my own thoughts.

So I write this not for pity. Not for praise.
But for the ones who look in the mirror and wonder if they'll ever be enough for this world-
Because I'm still asking too.

Was I never enough for love?
For loyalty?
For peace?

Or was I always too much of something and too little of everything?

If you've ever been the second choice, the afterthought,
The one who loved too deeply and received too little-
Then this book is yours as much as it is mine.

Let's bleed together.
Let's heal-if healing even exists.
But above all...
Let's ask the questions no one dares to answer.

Was I Never Enough?