Finding my voice
The voice that told me that someone or something is wrong for me. The voice that told me not to believe that I am not good enough or that I should take crap quietly. The voice that encouraged me to do well. The voice that wanted me to take care of myself. The voice that was wise and knew best.
The voice that was drowned by years of conditioning that it was somehow wrong to be assertive and that an assertive woman is often considered to be aggressive.
And for having found that voice again, I am grateful.