Finding My Voice: Breaking the Limiting Beliefs That Were Never Mine to Keep Who's voice is it? I can’t quite pinpoint where it all started. When I look at pictures of myself as a baby and listen to the stories told about me as a little girl, I see someone who was a go-getter. I hear stories of a fearless, adventurous little girl who climbed things, jumped off things, and wasn’t afraid to try, even if it meant getting hurt along the way. But somewhere along the journey, something changed. That bold, adventurous little girl slowly retreated into her shell, seeking shelter within herself. My dad was a humble man of few words, a hardworking man who was often described as the peacekeeper and peacemaker. My mom, on the other hand, was more assertive. She was the one who spoke up, got things done, and made things happen. She was also a hardworking go-getter in her own right. Yet somewhere between the ages of one and seven, I began to change. The busy, fearless little girl seemed to disappear, and in her place emerged a shy, quiet, introverted little girl. I remember people saying that this was only the beginning. By my teenage years, I was carrying so much internally. Confusion, rejection, feeling misunderstood, feeling lost, fear of failure, unhappiness, anger, toxic thinking, self-sabotage, insecurity, low self-esteem, and the pain of being bullied. I felt exposed and vulnerable, often questioning myself and my worth. And yet, underneath all of that, there was one thing I always wanted to be: a friend who loved others, showed kindness, and genuinely cared. Those were the things I felt deeply, but they were also the things I had to give. So, where did that voice come from? Whose voice was it? And where did those limiting beliefs and blockages begin? Wow. I had forgotten how good it feels to journal. I remember asking myself, even as a young girl, whether I was truly meant to be here. I endured so much hardship at the hands of unkind people, and I could never understand why. All I wanted was to love, serve, and treat others with kindness, yet I often found myself on the receiving end of cruelty.