“Mine was not being able to talk. Literally, I couldn’t voice any thought because depression made me believe my opinions didn’t matter. I forgot what my voice sounded like.” — Jane S.
This is recognition. Because too many times we are told not to speak. But I tell you this, walls of fear are built through silence.
This is for the beautiful girls in their early twenties who are breaking themselves down, tearing up the old, and building the new.