You want to be seen,
And also,
You don't.
It's confusing,
Isn't it?
One moment you're ready to share everything,
You're reaching for your voice,
Your truth,
Your space in the world,
And then,
Just as quickly,
Something in you pulls back.
Quiet,
Sharp,
But unmistakable.
It whispers,
Not yet.
And maybe you don't even know why.
Maybe you just freeze,
Or scroll,
Or find something urgent or productive to do instead.
And you think,
What's wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
Nothing.
Nothing is wrong with you.
There is a part of you that remembers what happened the last time you let yourself be fully seen.
The last time that you didn't hide the softness,
Or the weirdness,
Or the part of you that wasn't easy to package.
Maybe you were misunderstood.
Maybe someone told you that you were too much,
Too emotional,
Too intense,
Too loud,
Too weird,
Too honest.
Or maybe they didn't say anything at all.
Maybe you were met with silence,
And it echoed so loud that you decided it's safer to disappear.
Not everyone gets it.
How visibility can feel like exposure,
Like standing naked in the cold,
Like holding out your heart in cupped hands and hoping no one crushes it by accident.
It makes sense that you'd hesitate.
It makes sense that your nervous system would hold the brakes,
Even when your heart wants to go.
You're not a coward,
You're someone who remembers.
And that memory is not a weakness,
It's a guide.
So instead of forcing yourself to be seen,
What if you built trust with yourself first?
Start there,
With gentleness,
With honesty,
With one quiet yes at a time.
You don't have to go live,
You don't have to share the whole story,
You don't have to reveal anything before you're ready.
Visibility,
It doesn't mean performance.
It doesn't mean showing everything to everyone.
It can mean eye contact.
A small truth shared with one safe person.
A song you only sing when you're alone.
All of that counts.
You don't owe the world your rawness,
You don't owe the internet your healing process,
And you don't owe anyone a version of yourself that costs you your peace.
You get to choose what's sacred,
What's shared,
What stays tender and yours.
You don't have to conquer the fear,
You just have to move alongside it,
Slowly,
Safely.
Like you're walking hand in hand with your own past self saying,
I've got you now,
We don't have to perform,
We get to protect.
And when we're ready,
We'll come out of hiding on our terms.
Some seasons are for sharing.
Some are for staying tucked inside the cocoon.
But both are worthy.
And both belong.
And you haven't missed your moment.
You're just learning how to show up in a way that doesn't cost you everything.
So take your time.
Trust in your timing.
It's not running out.
See you next week.
