Oh My God. They Can See Me.

Surprise!
I’m not a wallflower.
Neither am I a ghost…
Or a chameleon.
I’m a person — an actual person — and people can see me.
Nuts, right?
Not after all the hard work I put into not being seen!
Into reducing myself.
Deeming myself inconsequential.
Insignificant.
I know you’re lying.
But it’s true. They can see me.
I’m out in the open,
No longer suffocating in my trauma closet.
The Hermit has come out to feel the sun on her face…
To hear the good news…
To spread the intuitive messages of the High Priestess.
She has arrived.
I have arrived — in my full glory, with nothing to prove.
The audacity…
I had the audacity to fall in love with myself.
To lean into my fear and ask: Why?
Why did I want to hide?
Why did I feel safe hiding?
Was it ever my will to hide?
To be unseen.
Invisible.
To shrink to fit into spaces that did not want me,
Did not see me,
Did not like me,
Did not value me?
No!
But I’d accepted the cup and wallowed in it.
Why?
I didn’t know what else to do.
Then I discovered I had a choice.
Like the prisoner in Plato’s Allegory of the Cave,
A chasm broke inside me,
And in that darkness,
I stumbled on both truth and lie.
Truth — I am worthy.
Lie — I am unworthy.
I am worthy of being seen.
I am worthy of being loved.
I am worthy of being valued.
I am worthy.
I am worthy.
I am worthy...
…and seen.