"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you" -- Maya Angelou
What is it that we want? To be seen. To be known. In the flurry of consciousness, the only remedy to the pain of awareness of one's own existence is social connection. As creatures, we long simply to be seen, for the observed does not exist outside of the Observer. We know this, we feel it, and go to great lengths to connect with the perceived Other through the telling of our stories -- and in this, we are soothed.
And there is no shame in being soothed.
It took me many years to accept the fact that social wounds require social healing, and that the onus was on me to come out of my self and be brave enough to share my stories, to create for myself the connections I so deeply wanted.
It took me many years to end my dedication to emotional isolation and to dedicate myself to self-love in order to begin to accepting the love of the beings around me.
It took me many years to admit that yes, social connection drives everything that we do, and that is not weakness but the source of our strength and joy.
To be human is to love, and that is beautiful.