I have wanted, my entire life, to be understood. It fueled a desire to express myself, artistically through acting, music, photography, and writing.
But I was misguided. Because no one can know us. We don’t even know ourselves.
I wanted it so that people would encourage me in the right ways. I thought that if they understood me, they wouldn’t judge me, they would just love me, and help me to be the person that I wanted to be. Why did I think they would do that? And I was so afraid of their judgment I rarely dared to be honest.
Better to just accept that no one can understand. If someone wants to try, then let them in. But they won’t.
I don’t think that we can begin to understand ourselves until we stop caring what other people think. And we should relieve them of the responsibility for saving us. They have themselves to worry about.
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Love what you wrote about nobody knows us. I am Jackie Donnelly’s aunt and saw your post and link. I have no writing talent or skill, but love what I love for no other reason. Thank you for being so honest…it’s really beautiful!
Thanks Janet. And nice to meet you.