For a long time, I felt like I was living my life on someone else's terms. It wasn't a conscious choice, not a deliberate act of submission, but rather an insidious, invisible force that shaped my decisions, stifled my ambitions, and whispered doubts into my ear at every turn. This force, I’ve come to understand, was a collection of subconscious limiting beliefs, deeply ingrained narratives that I had absorbed from my earliest days, passed down through the very people who loved me most: my family.