My teen years were a mix of noise and quiet, rushing forward and stepping back, trying to figure out where I fit in a world that kept changing around me. Some days I felt unstoppable, like the whole world was finally opening its doors for me. Other days, it felt like I was still searching for a place to stand.
School hallways became their own kind of world—loud, crowded, confusing, but also full of chances. I learned who I wanted around me and who I needed to walk away from. I learned that not everyone will understand you, and that's okay. I started to trust my own voice more, even when it shook.
Teen hood wasn't all easy, but it was honest. It was late-night thoughts, early-morning goals, and a growing strength I didn't even realize I had. I was learning how to protect my peace, how to set boundaries, and how to rise every time life pushed me down.
This was the time when I started shaping who I wanted to become. Not perfect. Not finished. Just me—growing, changing, and stepping into my own story
My teen years were a mix of noise and quiet, rushing forward and stepping back, trying to figure out where I fit in a world that kept changing around me. Some days I felt unstoppable, like the whole world was finally opening its doors for me. Other days, it felt like I was still searching for a place to stand.
School hallways became their own kind of world—loud, crowded, confusing, but also full of chances. I learned who I wanted around me and who I needed to walk away from. I learned that not everyone will understand you, and that's okay. I started to trust my own voice more, even when it shook.
Teen hood wasn't all easy, but it was honest. It was late-night thoughts, early-morning goals, and a growing strength I didn't even realize I had. I was learning how to protect my peace, how to set boundaries, and how to rise every time life pushed me down.
This was the time when I started shaping who I wanted to become. Not perfect. Not finished. Just me—growing, changing, and stepping into my own story