People really hate the taste of their own medicine; they're almost allergic to it.
George Orwell once said: The most terrible loneliness is not the kind that comes from being alone, but the kind that comes from being misunderstood; the loneliness of standing in a crowded room, surrounded by people who do not see you, who do not hear you, who do not know the true essence of who you are. And in that loneliness, you feel as though you are fading, disappearing into the background, until you are nothing more than a ghost, a shadow of your former self.
It’s that soul-deep ache of being surrounded by people—friends, family, colleagues—yet feeling completely invisible. You may smile, nod, and go through the motions, but inside, you feel a sense of isolation that words can’t fully capture. You feel as though no one truly gets you, as if the truest parts of you are hidden, left unrecognized, while the world only acknowledges the version of you that fits in.
This kind of loneliness hits hard because it isn’t about the absence of people; it’s about the absence of connection. You crave to be seen for who you really are, to have someone understand your soul’s language, your quirks, your dreams, and the complexities of your heart. But when you’re misunderstood, it feels as if there’s an unbridgeable gap between your inner world and the outside one. It’s like standing behind a glass wall, desperately hoping someone will look through and truly see you, only to realize they’re gazing right past you.
In that space of feeling unknown, you start to question yourself. You wonder if you should change, if you should become what the world expects or desires, just to feel a hint of acceptance. But even then, the loneliness doesn’t vanish; it only grows. Because the deeper tragedy is the slow fading of your own essence, the parts of you that you start to hide or let go of, simply to belong. You become a shadow, a ghost of the vibrant self you once were, drifting silently, holding onto the hope that one day, someone might understand.
What makes this kind of loneliness so painful is that it’s not just the longing to be loved—it’s the longing to be known, and loved for being known. For someone to look at the parts of you that are messy, complicated, and even broken, and to say, “I see you. I understand. And I’m here.” It’s the yearning for someone to hear your heart’s quietest whispers and to feel the depths of your soul without judgment or expectation.
Yet, even in that terrible loneliness, there’s a quiet strength. There’s a resilience in holding onto your essence, even when it feels invisible. There’s courage in keeping your light alive, in refusing to let the world’s misunderstanding extinguish the fire within you. You may feel unseen, but the truth is, your uniqueness, your complexity, is what makes you extraordinary. Somewhere, someone will value that. And until then, you can value that.
Sometimes, the journey through being misunderstood leads to a deeper understanding of yourself. It teaches you to embrace who you are, even if the world isn’t ready to. It invites you to find peace in your own company, to nurture the parts of yourself that feel lonely and unacknowledged. And, in time, you may discover that the right connections—the ones that see you, hear you, and know you—come when you least expect them.
So, hold on. Keep your essence alive. Refuse to become a shadow, even if that means standing alone for a while. Your true self deserves to be celebrated, and though the wait may feel long, the beauty of being fully known is worth every moment. Your people—the ones who truly understand your soul—are out there, and when they find you, the terrible loneliness will start to fade. You’ll realize that your essence was never meant to be hidden. It was always meant to shine.
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What would it mean to you to feel truly known and understood by someone?
It’s that soul-deep ache of being surrounded by people—friends, family, colleagues—yet feeling completely invisible. You may smile, nod, and go through the motions, but inside, you feel a sense of isolation that words can’t fully capture. You feel as though no one truly gets you, as if the truest parts of you are hidden, left unrecognized, while the world only acknowledges the version of you that fits in.
This kind of loneliness hits hard because it isn’t about the absence of people; it’s about the absence of connection. You crave to be seen for who you really are, to have someone understand your soul’s language, your quirks, your dreams, and the complexities of your heart. But when you’re misunderstood, it feels as if there’s an unbridgeable gap between your inner world and the outside one. It’s like standing behind a glass wall, desperately hoping someone will look through and truly see you, only to realize they’re gazing right past you.
In that space of feeling unknown, you start to question yourself. You wonder if you should change, if you should become what the world expects or desires, just to feel a hint of acceptance. But even then, the loneliness doesn’t vanish; it only grows. Because the deeper tragedy is the slow fading of your own essence, the parts of you that you start to hide or let go of, simply to belong. You become a shadow, a ghost of the vibrant self you once were, drifting silently, holding onto the hope that one day, someone might understand.
What makes this kind of loneliness so painful is that it’s not just the longing to be loved—it’s the longing to be known, and loved for being known. For someone to look at the parts of you that are messy, complicated, and even broken, and to say, “I see you. I understand. And I’m here.” It’s the yearning for someone to hear your heart’s quietest whispers and to feel the depths of your soul without judgment or expectation.
Yet, even in that terrible loneliness, there’s a quiet strength. There’s a resilience in holding onto your essence, even when it feels invisible. There’s courage in keeping your light alive, in refusing to let the world’s misunderstanding extinguish the fire within you. You may feel unseen, but the truth is, your uniqueness, your complexity, is what makes you extraordinary. Somewhere, someone will value that. And until then, you can value that.
Sometimes, the journey through being misunderstood leads to a deeper understanding of yourself. It teaches you to embrace who you are, even if the world isn’t ready to. It invites you to find peace in your own company, to nurture the parts of yourself that feel lonely and unacknowledged. And, in time, you may discover that the right connections—the ones that see you, hear you, and know you—come when you least expect them.
So, hold on. Keep your essence alive. Refuse to become a shadow, even if that means standing alone for a while. Your true self deserves to be celebrated, and though the wait may feel long, the beauty of being fully known is worth every moment. Your people—the ones who truly understand your soul—are out there, and when they find you, the terrible loneliness will start to fade. You’ll realize that your essence was never meant to be hidden. It was always meant to shine.
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What would it mean to you to feel truly known and understood by someone?
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Sometimes i surprise myself the way i don't give up on people easily , how hard i try to understand where they are coming from, all the efforts that i make for them not to feel left out and suddenly i wondered how things would have been different if i treated myself like i treat people . No one has never been crueler to me than myself
one of the most important thing that i knew (but i forget as i go along the way) is that most of the time when i plan to do things (excessively), i end up not doing them and more or less that was what happened.
but don't get me wrong i don't regret any of it. i do deserve all the 12hr sleep i took, all the days that i was doing nothing except eating , i DO deserve them. i don't regret any of it. i NEED, not WANT a break. my mind ,my soul ,my vision ,my physical , my spiritual self was drained ,exhausted and literally out of function.i needed to heal , i needed to reset and rest.This semester had ended and all the suffering too.
it was the most difficult year i have ever had and i am not gonna lie and say i handled it the way it needed to be handled.And even after the exams were over ,seeing the results were the actual disaster. I HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS KIND OF RESULT SINCE THE WORLD STARTED ITS EXISTENCE.
when you grow up achieving the impossible, when you rarely had "difficult"exam ,always having the best result of the class even though the exam was difficult , when all you had known was having good results ,A's and when your mind has been accustomed to achieve the best , it was hard . i didn't know how to handle it.i was bombarded by disappointments.All the self-doubt that always lurked behind my my mind, resurfaced . i automatically thought "See, i was right.this is exactly what i am capable of. This is the reality i have been trying to avoid my entire life but now i need to accept the facts. I am nothing but a disappointment and mediocre." all the exams i thought i did good , i was like JEez what the hell happened. especially i do remember that tuesday , i felt physical pain in my head, i felt when my heart broke. (have you ever felt a physical pain in your heart? i did felt that before but this was the first time related to grades 🤣) like "Is this the result that i sacrificed a lot?" , 'Is this the result that i had plenty of sleepless nights?" , "Is this why i studied?". i was sure i would have scored better if i didn't study at all. i was at a point that i started to question why i am doing all this , what is the point. i was on the verge of breaking.
and the most difficult question and the question that i still don't answer was "WHOSE FAULT IS THIS?". i tried to blame my self, the teachers, the administrators and all. but it didn't sit well in me. all parties have their wrong doing. but at this point, who cares. you don't need all questions to be answered in order to proceed to live your life and that is exactly what i did. and i have never been glad.❤️
it was the most difficult year i have ever had and i am not gonna lie and say i handled it the way it needed to be handled.And even after the exams were over ,seeing the results were the actual disaster. I HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS KIND OF RESULT SINCE THE WORLD STARTED ITS EXISTENCE.
when you grow up achieving the impossible, when you rarely had "difficult"exam ,always having the best result of the class even though the exam was difficult , when all you had known was having good results ,A's and when your mind has been accustomed to achieve the best , it was hard . i didn't know how to handle it.i was bombarded by disappointments.All the self-doubt that always lurked behind my my mind, resurfaced . i automatically thought "See, i was right.this is exactly what i am capable of. This is the reality i have been trying to avoid my entire life but now i need to accept the facts. I am nothing but a disappointment and mediocre." all the exams i thought i did good , i was like JEez what the hell happened. especially i do remember that tuesday , i felt physical pain in my head, i felt when my heart broke. (have you ever felt a physical pain in your heart? i did felt that before but this was the first time related to grades 🤣) like "Is this the result that i sacrificed a lot?" , 'Is this the result that i had plenty of sleepless nights?" , "Is this why i studied?". i was sure i would have scored better if i didn't study at all. i was at a point that i started to question why i am doing all this , what is the point. i was on the verge of breaking.
and the most difficult question and the question that i still don't answer was "WHOSE FAULT IS THIS?". i tried to blame my self, the teachers, the administrators and all. but it didn't sit well in me. all parties have their wrong doing. but at this point, who cares. you don't need all questions to be answered in order to proceed to live your life and that is exactly what i did. and i have never been glad.❤️
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”How cruel
that the mind
can build a world
that does not exist
and let the heart
believe in it?“
that the mind
can build a world
that does not exist
and let the heart
believe in it?“