I have always been the quiet one.
People don't really notice me.
Even when school is loud and full, I feel invisible. Everyone's laughing and talking. I just walk by, hoping no one looks at me.
I'm scared of talking.
Scared of messing up.
Scared of being judged.
Most days feel heavy. Like I am carrying fear around with me.
I sit at the back of the class. Teachers only notice me when I make a mistake. Other students joke and laugh together. I want to join, but I don't know how.
Sometimes I cry when I'm alone. Sometimes I feel small and useless. I keep asking myself, "Why can't I be brave?"
One rainy day, I sat by the window and watched the rain. I saw my reflection in the glass. I looked tired. Quiet, Invisible.
But I saw something else too.
A tiny spark.
I thought, maybe I don't have to stay like this.
Maybe I can change. Slowly.
That night, I made a small promise to myself.
Tomorrow, I will try.
Just a little.
Not loud.
Not perfect.
Just one small step.
And that's how it starts.