Self-sabotage…
Do I hate me?
Where is the love
I used to cradle myself in—
The fire, the passion
that once danced in my eyes?
Where did it go?
Where is it hiding?

I feel lost.
Unseen.
Un-everything.

My soul carries weight
that words can’t hold.
I try to listen,
to quiet the storm in my head,
but the noise is loud,
and the silence is louder.

I stand in reality—
but my mind drifts,
buried under broken hopes,
half-lived dreams,
and silent cries
no one hears.

Who am I?

I can pretend.
I can guess, wish,
even lie to myself.
But truth?
I don’t know her.

Do they see it?
That I’m searching—
grasping for pieces of me
in a world so hollow,
so Godless,
so gray?

Damn…
When will I feel
what my brain keeps thinking?

I’m 33
and I can’t tell you
my favorite color,
my favorite show,
my favorite version of me.

I don’t know me anymore.
I only remember the echo.
I only remember
who I was
before.

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I’m Schanntel

Hello, I’m just a woman who has worn many hats to support everyone around me. But now, I’m on a journey to rediscover me. For so long, I’ve put myself last—sometimes not even on the list. I’m learning to laugh again and mean it, to speak freely without fear, and to reconnect with the version of me that got lost along the way. This is my time to grow, heal, and truly live—not just exist. Getting to know myself isn’t just the next step… it’s the most important one.

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