A short-lived observation — not fully formed, but deeply alive.

What I’m Noticing

There’s a particular kind of loneliness that doesn’t come from being physically alone —
but from being mentally and emotionally unmatched.

For most of my life, I’ve carried a mind that:

  • sees beneath the surface
  • loves complexity
  • enjoys nuance and paradox
  • asks questions that unsettle people who want simple answers

Every time I tried to bring that part of me into connection, something happened:

People got overwhelmed.
Or defensive.
Or they assumed I was trying to win.

So I learned to keep my inner world to myself.

I’ve met intelligent people.
And emotionally sensitive people.

But very rarely both at once.

And emotional safety is what unlocks my intelligence.

When I feel safe, my mind is brilliant —
creative, expansive, playful.

When I don’t feel safe, I disappear.

Why I Think It Matters

Isolation has been both painful and protective.

When I’m alone, I still have the one companion who never leaves: my mind.

It gives me reasons to stay alive:

Curiosity.
Ideas.
Possibility.

Sometimes that becomes dark
— the mind turns on itself when starved.

But other times, it saves me.

Still, humans aren’t built to think only for themselves.

We need to be met.
We need to feel someone enjoys the way we think.

Recently, on my counselling course, something shifted.

For the first time, I found people who can meet me emotionally and intellectually.
Jerry and Abby.

They:

  • think deeply
  • aren’t threatened by questions
  • enjoy being challenged back
  • can sit in the grey with me

My mind woke up in their presence.

I realised the aloneness wasn’t because something was wrong with me —
but because I had never been in the company of people who could truly meet me.

Belonging begins where you don’t have to shrink.

This website — Embracing Authenticity — was my only safe room until now.
The place where my curiosity could breathe without being punished.

But suddenly…

my inner world isn’t trapped inside me anymore.

There are people who can engage with it.
Grow it.
Travel with me into the places I’ve always gone alone.

I didn’t know connection could feel like this.
I didn’t know belonging could start with being understood.

I didn’t know how much I needed that —
until I finally had it.

The Open Question

What happens —
when the places inside me that have only ever known silence
finally have someone to speak to?

I’m still figuring this out…