I STARTED HURTING MYSELF BECAUSE NO ONE WOULD LISTEN-STORY OF THE UNHEARD.

EMPTINESS

There’s a kind of loneliness that doesn’t come from being alone but comes from being surrounded by people who don’t really see you, people who don’t ask and after a while, you get tired of talking because even when you speak, you’re not being heard.

You show up for everyone, you listen, you care, you make space for their pain, their stories, their bad days, but when it’s time for someone to show up for you, the room is suddenly empty. Not because they don’t have their own battles, I know everyone is fighting something, so no, I'm not blaming anyone, but knowing that doesn’t make the loneliness disappear.

Being Unheard Hurts More Than Being Alone

There’s a quiet ache that comes from feeling unloved, unwanted and unseen, it’s the kind that doesn’t scream; it just sits there, heavy, patient, waiting and over time, it changes you.

These days, I’ve wanted to be by myself more, not because I hate people, but because isolation feels safer than hoping and being disappointed again, but whenever I sink into that space, another feeling creeps in, unwantedness. The feeling that maybe I don’t matter as much as I thought and maybe I never did.

The Pain I Kept to Myself

SMILING THROUGH THE MISERY

When that feeling gets too loud, I hurt myself, I started hurting myself because no one would listen.

I started self-harming during a season of misery that nobody knew about and I didn’t tell anyone, not because I didn’t want help, but because I didn’t think anyone would understand. I didn’t think my pain would make sense to anyone else.

I knew what I was going through, only me knew and only me understood, so I carried it alone. I smiled when I had to, I functioned when necessary and when the doors closed and the noise died down, I bled silently, not always on the outside, but deeply within.

This Is Not a Cry for Blame

This isn’t me pointing fingers, this isn’t me saying people failed me on purpose. It’s just me telling the truth about how isolating it feels to be strong for everyone while quietly falling apart.

Sometimes, the hardest part of misery isn’t the sadness, it’s realizing how invisible your pain can be. How easy it is for the world to miss you even when you’re standing right there.

This is my story, not cleaned up, not romanticized. Just honest.

A gentle note from me to you

If you feel you’re going through something nobody understands, trust me when I say, I do understand and I want you to know that you deserve support, understanding, love and care, not just from others, but for yourself too. Honey, if you’re feeling overwhelmed or at risk right now, please reach out to someone who can help you stay safe and I want you to know that I am here with you.