Why So Many Women Give Up on Their Dreams

She Whispers, ‘I Miss Me’ Into the Mirror

She used to dream in color.

Bold, messy, unapologetic color.

She had notebooks filled with ideas, voice notes of half-written poems, and a vision board that made her feel electric.

She didn’t just want a career — she wanted impact.

She didn’t just want a platform — she wanted to speak truth.

And then life happened.

Marriage. Children. The beautiful chaos of building a home. And somewhere between the lunch packs and homework, she stopped dreaming.

Not because she didn’t care.

But because she cared too much — about everyone else.

The Psychology of Resistance

When women step into family life, their identity often shifts from creator to caretaker.

They don't get lazy. They get into trap of resistance.

Sometimes from the outside, sometimes within self in the form of psychological resistance — their brain’s starts to protect them from perceived danger. “Stay safe. Stay predictable. Don’t risk the unknown.”

And that's how for many women, dreams become danger.

That's how, the blank page becomes a threat. The camera lens feels too exposing. The idea of starting something new feels like stepping into a jungle without a map.

The Silent Grief of Lost Identity

She doesn’t say it out loud. She still smiles at school drop-off. She still hosts the dinner party.

But when the house is quiet, she whispers: “I miss me.”

Not the pre-kid version. Not the single version. But the version that believed she could build something that mattered.

Why So Many Women Give Up on Their Dreams

According to the Global Dreams Index, over half of women worldwide have given up on their dreams. Not because they lacked talent. But because they lacked:

• Support systems

• Mentorship

• Time autonomy

• Permission to prioritize themselves

Society often tells women to “be realistic,” “play safe,” and “wait until the kids are older.” But dreams don’t wait. They wither.

So, What Comes After “I Miss Me”

Some women stay in that silence for years. Others turn it into a roar.

They start small — a blog post, a voice memo, a late-night sketch. They reclaim their voice not with perfection, but with persistence.

Because the truth is: You don’t need to go back to who you were.

You need to become who you still are — underneath the roles, the routines, the resistance.

If You’re That Woman…

Here’s your permission slip:

• Start with 15 minutes a day.

• Create something no one sees.

• Let it be messy.

• Let it be yours.

  
  

You’re not selfish for wanting more. You’re not broken for feeling stuck. You’re not too late.

You’re just early — to your next chapter.

Leave a comment and share your story.

Your words might be the whisper another woman needs to hear. Like if you’ve ever said, “I miss me.”  

Share this with someone rebuilding her identity, one quiet moment at a time. Let’s create a space where women can dream again — loudly, bravely, and together.