When I step into my fears, and breathe deeply, I tell myself I am alive, and I am safe. I have a fear of being seen, even though I desperately want this. I want to be seen, acknowledged, and loved, and yet, I also want to be liked, so being seen is risky business. The fear lies in being seen as an imperfect human, lacking in whatever it takes to deem me worthy of love.
I am imperfect. I am human. I am seen. I am facing the fear. I am loved.