Sometimes I feel like I’m not even a person, just something my mom owns and controls

My English isn’t very good, so I used ChatGPT to translate this I hope there are no mistakes

Since I was a child, my mom forced me to cover my entire body and wear a headscarf — no discussion, just because “we’re Muslims,” and that was the end of it. I never got to choose. I never got to express my opinion. Everything was decided for me.

My whole life is under her control. I’m not allowed to go out unless it’s with her or a family member. Even my friends — the ones she knows — she won’t let me go out with them. I’ve never sat in a café, gone to the cinema, or even visited a park on my own. It’s all forbidden.

My clothes, my style, even how I look or talk — everything has to go through her filter.

And the painful part? Today, she was planning to go out and asked me to come. I wasn’t comfortable, I felt anxious like I always do, so I said no. Suddenly she started yelling at me:

“You’re complicated! You’re sick! Free yourself from all these issues!”

And while I listened to her, I felt pain in my chest, because she’s the reason for all of this. I feel jealous when I see other girls my age go out, choose their own clothes, build friendships, and just live.

Has anyone else been through something like this? Is there any hope I can rebuild myself from scratch, on my own?