My Little Big Voice
All my life, I’ve never had a problem voicing my opinions. When I started middle school, I became the quiet girl who never spoke up in school, but I still was opinionated with my family and friends. When I started high school, my voice slowly started to fade. All because the monster inside my head started to feed on my voice. Anytime I feel inclined to speak about what is going on in my head, the monsters stomach grumbles and he begins to feast. On my opinions, my voice. My sanity. He’s detaching me from people I never thought I would leave. He’s stunting my growth as an artist, musician, and human being. If my 8 year old self could see me now, I don’t think she’d recognize me. I don’t even recognize myself when I look in the mirror. I look in my eyes and I see the monster hiding behind my eyes.
