Rephrase this: “if you asked me what’s it’s like being a first-born daughter, I’d say it’s great to be held in such high regard by almost everyone. But if you asked me on a deeper level, I’d tell you about how, if I tell a problem, I don’t need advice or

If you were to ask me what it’s like being a first-born daughter, I’d say it’s wonderful to be held in such high esteem by nearly everyone. However, on a deeper level, I’d share that when I express a problem, I often don’t need advice or solutions; I simply want someone to listen as I vent. I would talk about how, despite the times my parents and I have our disagreements, I’ve become their biggest supporter, just as they are mine. I would do anything to shield them from pain, struggles, tears, and worry. I’d explain how my siblings have felt like my little ones for so long, yet my protective, motherly instincts find it difficult to accept that, like all children, they will grow up and learn to navigate life on their own. I’d convey that while I can be fiercely independent and tend to isolate myself, there’s also a part of me that craves care, reassurance, and affection. What I long for most is a community and a partner who creates a space where I can be completely vulnerable without feeling anxious. I’d mention how some days I can be strict and hard to deal with because I’ve had to be that way for so long, while on other days, I’m overly gentle and relaxed because I just don’t have the energy for drama and stress anymore. I would express the overwhelming guilt and shame I feel when I step out of line or behave in ways that don’t reflect a good example—how the idea of failing terrifies me. Finally, I’d reveal that I’m quick to assist and adapt for others, yet I struggle to ask for the same until I’m utterly exhausted. I’m just beginning to prioritize myself, learning to say "no" and refuse, when all I’ve known is how to nurture and support everyone else.