I read about pain every day.
Individuals come upon something I’ve written that touches them deeply and they take the time to pour their hearts out to me. These letters, some of which are novelesque in their details, arrive from all around the world. Every story is unique and yet cumulatively, they tell the same tale.
They speak of misunderstandings, blame, guilt, and loneliness.
Most of all, however, the letters tap awe in me as they express gratitude for feeling seen.
“I am the woman in that article.”
“It’s as if you’re holding a mirror to our relationship.”
“You help me believe I’m not crazy.”
And this is the miracle. Feeling seen, feeling understood. It is what we all need.
It’s all right
There is nothing wrong with wanting - craving - recognition of who you are. Note that I did not say recognition for who you are. This is not about bragging or seeking compliments. It is not selfish. It’s also not weak, nor is it being needy. You’re asking to be seen accurately, the way you see yourself,…