Feeling Seen

Today I struggled.
My bucket full, tears flowing over the edges.
My body’s way of soothing me,
releasing endorphins and oxytocin.

I wrote down my struggles,
right here on Instagram,
as a story that I chose not to publish.
As a story that I chose not to tell myself.

I wrote to release,
to gather the drops and turn them into words so they’d have somewhere to go.
But I also wrote to feel seen,
in a moment where the struggle just briefly, temporarily, felt like too much to hold.

Then I remembered: I can change my mood.
I can lift myself up, create new motivation, expand my capacity.
That is the story I choose to tell myself.
That is the story I choose to share.

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Most of us have the desire to feel seen, to be understood,
and many of us go through things no one in our circles will ever fully comprehend.
I am beyond grateful for the friends who hold space for me when things become too much,
and at the same time, I’m inching my way to a point where it’s enough that I know what I’m going through,
that I am the one who fully sees me.