The First Blank Page

Dear Delyara, My past has been a book written by other people—my parents, my ex-partners, my bosses. I’ve just been a character in stories I didn't choose. Tonight, I officially closed that book. I sat at the Delyara desk and felt the power of the empty space in front of me. I wrote a letter to the person I am going to become. I described the house I want to live in, the way I want my heart to feel, and the boundaries I am finally brave enough to set. Each word felt like a brick in a new foundation. I am leaving my old scripts here in the shadows. From this moment on, the pen is in my hand, and I am the only one who gets to decide what happens on the next page. I am the author now.