Come and sit with me.
Let the day fall away.
Let the noise hush at the edges.
You are safe here.
Safe to feel.
Safe to rest.
Safe to be seen.
Take a breath.
Not a perfect one.
Just one that feels real.
Let it move through you like water washing over stones.
Let it soften what has been tight for so long.
Let it be the beginning of coming home to yourself.
Because I know you've been hurting.
And not just today.
Not just this week.
But a long,
Slow ache that's been quietly living in your bones.
The kind of ache that has no clear start.
The kind of pain that was never dramatic enough to name.
But deep enough to shape everything.
This is the ache of rejection.
Of feeling like you've always just been a little too much.
Of trying so hard and still being misunderstood.
Of shrinking yourself before anyone else could.
This is the pain of rejection-sensitive dysphoria.
Even if you didn't know the words for it.
Your heart did.
You felt it in the sting behind your eyes when someone's tone shifted.
In the way your chest tightened just from a glance you couldn't quite read.
You felt it in the way your body tensed as a thought of letting someone down.
In the endless self-checking.
Did I say too much?
Was I too much?
The pain of it is real.
Even if others don't see it.
Even if they call you sensitive or dramatic.
You are not making it up.
You are not imagining it.
You've been carrying invisible bruises.
Not from what people meant,
But from what you felt.
The silence after speaking.
The joke that didn't land.
The maybe next time.
The unread message.
The door that didn't open.
The praise that never came.
It stays with you,
Doesn't it?
Buried in the corners of your memory.
Stacked like old letters you can't throw away.
Because every no,
Every look,
Every absence felt like confirmation of the fear beneath it all.
That something is wrong with me.
That I am not wanted.
That I am not safe to be who I really am.
But let me tell you something gently.
There is nothing wrong with you.
Nothing at all.
You feel deeply because you love deeply.
You ache because you are alive.
And what if,
What if,
Just for a moment,
You allowed the possibility that your pain makes sense?
That your heart learned to brace for rejection because it's been hit before.
Because it was never taught how to stay soft in a world that can be sharp.
You were never weak.
You were never broken.
You just felt everything more.
And now,
Maybe you're tired.
Tired of walking on eggshells in your own mind.
Tired of apologizing for existing.
Tired of editing yourself to be palatable,
Likeable,
Unoffensive and safe.
So come back here.
Back to the breath.
Back to your body.
Back to the quiet truth of who you really are.
Not the version of you that seeks approval.
Not the one that plays small to be loved.
But the real you.
The one under all of that fear.
The one who remembers what freedom feels like.
Breathe into that place.
The tender place inside you that still dreams.
That still wants to be seen even after all the times you were not.
Let it rise.
Let it speak.
Let it be heard.
Maybe it says,
I just want to feel safe to be myself.
I just want to love and be loved without fear.
I want to create,
To speak,
To try without shame.
And you can.
You can love.
Not all at once.
Not without fear.
But you can take gentle,
Loving steps.
Small steps.
Like breathing a little deeper.
When you feel yourself spiral.
Like saying that hurt me.
Even when your voice shakes.
Like trusting that you are allowed to take up space.
And in those moments when the pain feels too loud.
When someone's words land like stones.
Or silence feels like abandonment.
And you feel yourself retreating again into the shadows.
Place your hand on your heart.
Close your eyes.
And speak to yourself the way you always wished someone had.
I see you.
I know you're hurting.
But I'm here.
I'm staying.
You're safe with me.
That's how the healing begins.
Not by fixing yourself.
But by staying.
By not leaving your own side when the world feels unkind.
You are not here to earn love by being flawless.
You are here to learn that you were lovable all along.
Even when you got it wrong.
Even when you were messy.
Even when you needed more reassurance than others could give you.
The wound of rejection doesn't vanish overnight.
It may still whisper to you.
Still ask,
Are you sure you're okay?
Do they really like you?
Is it safe to show them who you are?
But you don't have to obey that voice anymore.
You can pause.
You can breathe.
You can choose differently.
You can say thank you for trying to protect me.
But I don't need to hide anymore.
Because you don't.
You don't need to abandon your dreams to avoid disappointment.
You don't need to silence your voice to be accepted.
You don't need to fold yourself in half to be invited into the room.
Let those dreams return.
The small ones.
The quiet ones.
The ones that feel like light warming the back of your neck.
The ones that come with no guarantees.
Only the pull of something true.
Follow them.
Not with pressure,
But with gentleness.
Not with fear of failure,
But with love for yourself.
Draw,
Write,
Sing,
Speak,
Start,
Try,
Begin again.
One soft,
Sacred step at a time.
You are allowed to live a life that feels good to you.
Not one built from avoiding rejection.
But one built from listening to your own heart.
You can trust yourself now.
You can stay when it hurts.
You can soothe the parts that panic.
You can speak kindly to the voices that doubt.
And you can hold your own hand and walk forward,
Step by step.
You've come this far.
Even with the fear.
Even with the weight.
Even with the wounds.
That means something.
That means everything.
So hear now.
Let it be a new beginning.
Let this be the moment you choose not to abandon yourself again.
Let this be the day you believe you deserve tenderness,
Even from your own hands.
Let this be the breath where you say,
I may feel rejection,
But I'm not defined by it.
You are not your fear.
You are not your pain.
You are not your wounds.
You are the one who carries love through it all.
You are the one who still hopes.
You are the one who still shines.
And the world,
The right world,
The one that sees clearly,
Is ready to welcome you.
Come and love.
You are not too much.
And you are never not enough.
You are exactly who you are meant to be.
And you're allowed to be free.
Namaste
