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I wasn’t healed—I was productive. I wasn’t happy—I was useful. For years, I tied my worth to how impressive I could be. But behind every achievement was a scared, high-functioning girl performing perfection just to feel safe. This is the story of how I mistook survival for success—and what happened when the performance stopped.

Money isn’t just currency to me—it’s safety, identity, and emotional control. I grew up fearing instability, and now I chase security like my life depends on it… because once, it did. This isn’t about greed. It’s about survival.

There are so many things I had to learn the hard way—through silence, pain, and the lessons no one ever warned me about. This isn’t just a list. It’s a reflection. It’s a letter to my younger self, and maybe to yours too.

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