The me that was left behind

When will she rise and bring her dream to life?

For a brief moment, we felt like we truly understood you—who you are and what you long for in life. As a child, you spoke of the pain you endured: the rejection from your family because of your skin tone, and the punishments you suffered for not conforming. You used to dream of a life far removed from where you were raised, hoping each night for something better.

Now that you’ve left that place behind, we wonder—are you still searching? Have your dreams shifted, or do they still echo in your heart? Does any of it still hold meaning? Time doesn’t erase our dreams or heal every wound. It doesn’t transform us into something we were never meant to be. So how do we make peace with a story that never reached its conclusion?

The me that was left behind©

By Felina Silver

July 2025