All at once, a feeling of doubt takes over. Maybe she’s not good enough? Maybe she should quit? The questions loom in the quiet. Everything stops for a minute.

Nothing seems right to her. She knows something’s wrong. She can’t hold on much longer.

It’s been this way for a while… this living in survival mode. She’s sitting in the living room staring at distant walls. She doubts herself. What if she fails?

Oh, but what if she succeeds? What then? She sits in fear; frozen.

Nothing is right. She doesn’t see how it could be. After all, nothing in her life has changed. Her mind is captured in chains.

Why is she trapped in her head? What’s this doubt? Is hope even allowed?

Survival mode takes away any spark of hope. It robs her of the vision she has for her life. It discounts her achievements and highlights her strife.

She’s blind to the happiness that is already there. She forgets who she is. All that remains are her unfulfilled wishes.

One day she’ll see her own potential. One day she’ll know who she is. For now it’s just forgotten bliss.

She stares at blank walls, and she’s trapped in her mind.

Maybe she should quit?

She’s given up on trying.