As It Comes….I Will Remain … Schanntel

What is life,
when its meaning slips through your hands like smoke?
You whisper to yourself,
“I won’t lose. I won’t fail. I won’t fade.”
But without purpose,
you don’t live — you drift,
a shadow moving through borrowed time.
And maybe it’s not failure I fear most…
but the silence of having nothing at all.

Let’s be honest—
I’m a wife, a mother, and everything else everyone needs me to be.
But when do I come first?
Even second?
I want to laugh—and actually mean it.
I want to open up without the fear of being shut down.
I want the real me—the lost me—to rise again,
to be free… to simply be me.
So what’s next for Schanntel?
Maybe, just maybe—
it’s time I get to know me.