So instead, my only option to be loved is to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known. To wear my heart on my digital sleeve, a proverbial sleeve that’s threads are made up of a sum of all of my writing, social media accounts, in-person interactions, and more, not just a curated feed of minimum viable story filled with dopamine-inducing 280... See more

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.