I am the firstborn daughter…

considered undesirable when I did not marry young. Called too picky when all I wanted was an emotionally healthy partner, so my children would never grow up as victims of violence.

I am the firstborn daughter whose anger, sadness, and disappointment were never held. They said, “You’re being dramatic.” They mocked me, “You should go to a psychiatrist, that’s where crazy people belong,” right when I was at my most exhausted.

I am the firstborn daughter labeled disobedient, simply because I dared to stand up against accusations thrown carelessly at me.

I am the firstborn daughter they called too theoretical, as I painstakingly wrote down, from scratch, how I healed my own wounds alone, navigating the world of parenting without guidance.

But there is one undeniable truth, I am the firstborn daughter who gave birth to a generation that will never regret being born from my womb. Children whose feelings are always validated. Children who are healthy in body and in soul.

They are my children, born from the womb of a firstborn daughter whose process was spat on by everyone.

written by: nakulaut