but maybe, just maybe, there’s a kind of freedom in letting the walls soften a little- in trusting that being seen imperfectly is still enough, and that we are worthy of connection simply because we are human.

what if vulnerability wasn’t a weakness, but the quietest kind of courage?

to have someone glance beyond the curated mask and meet the soul beneath.

we live with a quiet, often unspoken tension- the aching desire to be truly seen, understood and accepted , yet simultaneously, the impulse to hide, to hold back, to keep parts of ourselves locked away from others’ eyes.

we live with a quiet, often unspoken tension- the aching desire to be truly seen, understood and accepted , yet simultaneously, the impulse to hide, to hold back, to keep parts of ourselves locked away from others’ eyes. it’s a paradox many of us know all too well. we expect to be known, to be loved fully, but resist the vulnerability that comes... See more

letting ourselves be known, even just a little, is an act of bravery. it’s a risk because it means showing up without armour, opening the door to possible hurt. but it’s also the only path towards genuine connection and healing.

we live with a quiet, often unspoken tension- the aching desire to be truly seen, understood and accepted , yet simultaneously, the impulse to hide, to hold back, to keep parts of ourselves locked away from others’ eyes. it’s a paradox many of us know all too well.

letting ourselves be known, even just a little, is an act of bravery.

it’s a loneliness that whispers: i want you to see me, but i don’t know if i’m ready to be seen.