From being Gifted to None
“I was everything—until I wasn’t.”
I was the go-to girl. The multitasker. The one who always figured it out, fixed it, finished it. I was the “you’ll make it” and “you’re built for more” kind of person. They loved me when I was useful. When I was performing. When I was producing
I could write, lead, fix, speak, soothe, solve.
A shapeshifter in sneakers. Good at everything.
Grounded in nothing.
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People clapped for the skills, not the soul. They loved the multitasker, not the mess beneath. They needed what I could do—but never stayed long enough to ask who I was when I stopped doing.
Because when you're good at too many things,
they forget you're human.
But, somewhere along the way, I stopped knowing who I was without the titles. Without the tasks. Without the constant performance. I became so many versions of myself that I lost the one that felt like home. I was a jack of all trades — but a stranger to my own softness.
Now I look in the mirror and don’t see excellence —I see someone trying to feel human again.
I was everyone’s everything.
But no one was mine.
And that’s how you go from being gifted to gone.
