Finding My Voice

For the better part of my life, I have tried to blend into the background; to do nothing to attract unnecessary attention to myself.  I became very good at it.  I excelled in school yet few teachers knew my name or face.  I kept jobs others could not because I knew how to stay out of the range of our bosses’ fire. 

For the most part, this has usually served me fine.  I cannot honestly say it has served me great, but I got by.  What I did not realize is that the very trait that helped me survive for almost 39 years, one that I thought was a strength, was also the trait that was going to bring me to the lowest point of my life, where I stood to lose everything that held any meaning to me.

I have spent more than a year working to climb out of my personal abyss to find my voice, and in many ways, my identity.  My voice may only be a whisper today, but someday it will be loud and strong.