We often mistake space for freedom. We think if we just get a bigger house, a different job, or a new city, we’ll finally break free from the invisible chains of our conditioning. We believe that if the filing cabinet is out of sight, it’s out of mind.
But here’s the gritty, inconvenient truth: The most dangerous cages are the ones you don’t even see.
The Silent Suffocation
Social stigma and generational patterns don’t always manifest as overt oppression. Sometimes, they’re the subtle whispers in your head telling you, “Don’t be too much.” They’re the “Good Girl” folders that dictate how you speak, how you dress, and even how loudly you laugh. You might have all the physical space in the world, but if your mind is still operating within the confines of someone else’s rules, you’re still trapped.
This isn’t about external limits; it’s about internal ones. It’s the constant self-editing, the swallowed words, the dreams you don’t even dare to file away because they feel too “unrealistic” or “improper.” You’re living a life that looks free but feels profoundly limited.
Smashing the Glass Ceiling of the Soul
My work is about finding those invisible bars. It’s about the raw, visceral moment when you realize that the conditioning you thought you escaped has merely shapeshifted into a new, more comfortable prison. Breaking these chains isn’t about running away; it’s about looking inward and smashing the glass ceiling of your own soul.
It’s messy. It’s uncomfortable. But the alternative is a lifetime of pretending that your elegant cage is a wide-open sky. I’m ready to find out what’s truly on the other side. Are you?