My Truth-Part 1.

We all have a story, a truth.

Growing up as the eldest daughter of an immigrant family has definitely left me with a few battle scars. Safe to say that being the oldest is not for the weak. Right when I got to fifth grade, a bucket of responsibilities fell on top of me. I was supposed to have everything figured out; when in reality no matter how old you get you still are never going to have this life thing figured out.

From a young age I was on my own. As I was trying to get straight A’s in class, I was also trying to heal the emotional trauma of my mother. As I was figuring out what it meant to have a crush, I was dealing with the misogynistic ideologies of my father. As I was transitioning from middle school to high school, I was struggling to keep a healthy relationship with my brother and sister.

One thing that was a constant throughout my life since my childhood is my passion of taking care of people. I never needed a reason to, I just knew I wanted to. My shoulder was and is always available for someone to come and cry on. Now this is not a bad thing, but I was always curious as to my why.

Today I am able to define that why and define my truth. My want and need to take care of people is because it is helping heal the parts of me that needed someone to take care of. I know what it is like to be alone. I know what it is like to have to constantly put yourself back together. I know what it like to have to hide back the tears so you don’t worry your family or friends. It is hard and exhausting, but just because I was alone does not mean you have to be.

My truth is that I am here to inspire, empower, and heal people. I am here to be that light for those that need it. I am here to remind you that you are never alone.