There’s something deeply painful about a woman who has storms within her soul and a smile full of sunshine, and is then said to be too loud. Too loud. Too emotional. Too ambitious. Too much of everything. But somehow, not enough.
The story is about this woman.
The person who writes her truth. The one who can keep her morals in check. The person who doesn’t drink or smoke, who doesn’t do much sleeping, and is still deemed useless.
This is for her, the woman who sacrificed her heart, her determination, and her hopes for a guy who could not be convinced of her worth even if it was before him with all her vigor.
When she attempts to conform to a mold she has never agreed to, her goals turn to dirt, and her voice turns into an echo; her mission is lost in a different version of the “perfect life.”
This isn’t just her story. Mirrors are a reflection for many.
A Woman of Value, Not Valued
She was not an unmotivated rebel. She adhered to the guidelines. She was respectful of elders, with grace, and avoided harmful practices. She was a temple to her body. Her words are her gift. Her soul and her sanctuary.
She envisioned big but moved gently. She was deeply concerned, but she did not say it loudly. She was a true lover, totally.
Yet…
Her virtues and qualities, the discipline and her character — they were insufficient for the person she picked. Not because she had a weakness. He was simply lacking the eyes to be able to see.
“Just because someone can’t see your worth doesn’t mean you’re worthless. It means they’re blind.”
He said she was too serious. Too quiet. Too dreamy.
Slowly, she began to ask… Was there something wrong with me?
No, my dear. There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s just that there’s something amiss with the world that is afraid of women who are aware of what they need.
When Love Feels Like a Cage
He didn’t hit her. He didn’t scream. He didn’t yell in public. However, his words, smothered in sugar, were silent and transformed into a prison for her.
“You think too much.”
“Why don’t you just be like other wives?”
“Stop writing stupid things on the blog. No one reads it anyway.”
“Why do you spend your weekend training new skills or writing? what’s the use of it, where you gonna use it, tell me first then do it.”
Every day, a tiny bit of her disappeared. Every day, her sparkle dimmed. Every day, she needs to give an explanation on everything she loves. Every day, she turned into someone she couldn’t identify.
The thing he was looking for wasn’t love. He wanted control. It was a woman who would not question. Someone who doesn’t speak. Who doesn’t have a dream?
She was never meant to be quiet. She was designed to be loud.
“Love doesn’t ask you to shrink. It invites you to grow.”
The Dustbin of Dreams
She wrote stories once that swung across pages. She used words to heal. She was educated and had degrees along with ideas that were able to change the world.
However, over time, her life was transformed into a list:
- Make sure the house is clean
- Cook the food
- Stay quiet
- Don’t dream high which has no use
- Focus on earning more money without compromising the family, like cooking food at least 2 times, and taking care of everyone in familythe
Her abilities were turned to dust. Her books were awash with cobwebs. Her love for writing turned into waste. Her weekend is spent on cooking for those who don’t respect her, even love her too.
She wasn’t a housewife of choice. She was a homewife by the force of. She was forced into this position not just because she could not do better but because someone else worried about what she could turn into.
“She wasn’t a dustbin. But they threw her dreams away like garbage.”
The Pain of Being Invisible
The world is fond of discrediting women just similar to her. “She’s too good to be true,” they claim. Or, even more importantly, “She’s not adjusting.”
There is no one to witness the slumberless nights she spent working on the dreams of her husband. Nobody hears the quiet crying she let out around 3 am. There is no one to notice the words she did not say.
Her disappearance wasn’t instantaneous. It took time. It was like a candle melting until there was nothing but wax, and the memory was left.
Yet she clung to something more important, her authentic self. Her voice. Her worth.
The Emotional Abuse No One Talks About
Many instances of abuse leave bruises. Certain abuses leave doubts in your head:
- Am I that difficult?
- Perhaps I’m putting too much hope on the table?
- Maybe love is a sacrifice?
He prompted her to doubt her intuition. She felt guilty about wanting to be more. He convinced her that seeking respect was asking too much.
“Gaslighting isn’t just manipulation. It’s theft. It steals your confidence, your clarity, your core.”
The Breaking Point
A few days later, she was looking at her reflection and couldn’t notice the woman looking back. Her eyes had lost luminosity. Her smile was gone. Her voice was quiet.
She thought of the girl. She was the one who danced during the drizzle. The person who was able to speak her thoughts. The person who believed in magic.
Then she asked her an easy question:
Why should I shrink myself to someone who isn’t able even to see me?
This is when she started breaking less and began blossoming.
Rising From the Ashes
It wasn’t an easy task. The process of leaving is never easy.
Piece by piece, she rebuilt her life. She took her pen. She began writing, not for the sake of approval but rather for herself. People were able to see her light and didn’t try to reduce it.
She was not angry. She was awakened.
She realized that love doesn’t have the intention to keep you in a cage. It’s intended to free you. And those who are right for you aren’t afraid of the flame. They’ll be warm within the flame.
“She remembered who she was and the game changed.”
To Every Woman Silenced Too Soon
If this is what you’re experiencing and you’re feeling the same way, This is your signal.
You’re not overly emotional. You’re not overly emotional. You’re not overly ambitious.
You’re plenty. You’ve always been plenty.
Don’t let anyone turn you into the ghost of your own life. Don’t let someone ruin your desires into rubble. Never let love become a cage.
Your worth deserves to be recognized. You are worthy of being celebrated. You deserve a lifestyle where you’re not just struggling to shine.
“The world may try to silence strong women. But strong women rewrite the world.”
You Were Never Meant to Be Small
She was instructed to fit in. To blend. To disappear. But her soul would not.
She was created to be noticed. She was designed to touch. She was intended to rise.
Then she rose.
For all women who have felt unworthy because she dares to assert herself:
Don’t shrink. Don’t fold. Don’t apologize.
The right people will not be intimidated by your shining bright light. They’ll be enthused by it.
You, my beloved, weren’t intended to be a small person. You were made to shine.
There is no man, not in a marriage or a society can determine your worth.
“She stopped watering dead plants. She started blooming in her own garden.”
So beautiful. Loudly. Boldly. Unapologetically.