I See You

My heart is wide open, aching just a bit for the woman climbing into a minivan across the parking lot from where I left my car. I didn’t meet her while we were inside, but as I turned the key in my ignition her invisibility catches my eye.

I wonder what happened to her all those years ago? Packing up the best of herself – creavity, passion, and spirit… her most magical parts, she disappeared into the night. Her rounded shoulders pull forward to protect the emptiness in her soul. She longs to feel complete again.

Her feminine simplicity is missing. No liveliness, no certainty, no confidence bubbles from the well I know exists in every one of us. I can only see the weight of the world pulling her eyes to the ground, save a single, lonely scan of the area before closing herself inside.

I see you. I see you and your broken little girl heart trapped in that grown up body. I know that you are trying so hard that it hurts, a lot. I know how you love children, yours and any others who need you to. I know how good you are at your work, how you give it your all. I know how you keep the peace everywhere you go. I know about how you say yes because when you’re helping, it feels like you exist.

I see you.

A long time ago, you packed up all of the beautiful, vulnerable parts of yourself. It was too painful to live in that world as a whole girl, one who thinks and feels. I understand. It was a good idea. It was a brilliant and powerful choice you made, necessary to keep yourself safe.

Now it’s time to do something different… It’s time to be whole again. You can stop trying to fill that emptiness with food or whatever else you use. You can go back for those lost pieces, your magic is still within you. It’s time to reconnect. In this place and this time, it is finally safe for you to be you.

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Siti Rohana
Siti R.4 years ago

could very well the a case of projection. what the writer feels is probably whom she was or try to o transform out of. the real people who knows yr story are those who help you write it.

Jaydee F.
Jill F.4 years ago

Thank you....what a lovely, inspiring article.

Lora H.
Lora H.4 years ago

Just lovely.

Judith Corrigan
Judith Corrigan4 years ago

Wow,Thank you

Faith Purdy
Faith Purdy4 years ago

beautiful article, thank you

Jade H.
J h.4 years ago

Monica R - your angry answer to this article is telling. Hope you have a friend to talk this out with. Blessed Be!

Lynn C.
Lynn C.4 years ago

What a tender, beautifully written article.

Carol H.
Carol H.4 years ago

Well, that was just painful.

K s Goh
KS Goh4 years ago

Thanks for the article.

monica r.
monica r.4 years ago

I could be the person she describes. I walk to my vehicle that way.

I also:
-Have a fulfilling life
-Help others because it's who I am, not to "feel like I exist"
-do love kids
-am good at my job, which is working with kids and I love them too and they do need it
-am pulled down by the weight of the world at times yet have NOT "packed up" my optimism or my faith
-hate conflict
-DO have a broken "little girl heart" in my past but so do you or why did you bring it up? Didn't you ever heal from your childhood heartbreak? Sad for you but don't assume I'm stuck there too.

Thank you for writing a piece that I can identify with that makes it sound like this life of mine, such as it is, is pathetic and somehow lacking. Thank you for implying that because I'm not whatever you think I should be, and may feel lonely on occasion, I suck or am doing it wrong, or actually AM alone (I'm not). Just cause I'm not acting perky or bubbly enough for you as I walk across the parking lot.....doesn't mean I'm not being fully and genuinely ME. If I take a break from writing or illustrating to get groceries or do laundry, that is not "burying my creativity and passion", but it also IS doing necessary chore-type tasks I don't especially enjoy, which may be why I look down-trodden to you. It doesn't mean I feel invisible.

Does thinking snobbish thoughts about a total stranger make YOU feel visible? Valid?

And anyway, it's my MOM's minivan. My car was in the shop that day.