25th October 2015, Prismacolor pencils on A4 cartridge paper
Sometimes I feel like a puppet on a string. I get pulled in all directions trying to please everyone and live up to expectations. I let myself be manipulated and don’t feel like an active agent in life as I contort into whatever shape I’m pulled into. Sometimes I feel like I’m being pulled apart. It feels like I’m breaking. It hurts.
I don’t want to be a puppet on a string anymore. I need to learn my identity doesn’t depend on all those strings that hold me up. My identity doesn’t come from opinions, the social norm, or outside voices.
I need to find out who I am without the strings. I need to know that when those strings are gone, I won’t drown but I’ll find my own feet.