Hear me

It’s funny. No matter where I turn, everyone always says one of my greatest fears is that nobody will hear me.

It doesn’t matter where I go. It’s always on the hippy spectrum. A kinesiologist told me it’s the cause of many of my issues. My chakras. My star signs. My second most popular fanfiction.

Everything links back to a fear of not being heard. Hear me hear me hear me.

And if you’d asked, I’d never have thought of that as a fear of mine. I fear abandonment. I fear being told that I’m so bad I am not worthy of love. I fear being too much, I fear being not enough.

But being heard? That wasn’t a fear.

Yet when I think about it… The things I do… I’m always writing. I write because someone always ends up telling me that what I say has value.

One of my favourite lines is “it’s addictive the minute you let yourself think that the things you say just might matter to someone”.

And I realise… I write and speak and I express… And I just so desperately want to feel heard.