It just gets tiring, doesn’t it, not being you?
You’re always ‘on’.
When you’re not being yourself, you’re performing. Holding tension in your body. Managing how you’re seen. It’s exhausting to keep that mask in place.
You second-guess every move.
When you’re disconnected from your true self, even the smallest decisions feel big. Because deep down, you don’t know what you actually want.
You become who others need you to be.
Shape-shifting to fit in, to keep the peace, to not rock the boat until you forget who you are when no one’s watching.
You say yes when you mean no.
And every time you do, you abandon yourself a little more. That self-betrayal builds and it wears you down.
You feel misunderstood even when you’re surrounded by people.
Because no one truly gets you when you’re not showing them the real you.
You fill your life to avoid yourself.
You get busy. You get shit done. But there’s an ache in your chest that says, this isn’t it, this isn’t the way.
Your body is tense.
Like you’re bracing for judgment, rejection, or failure. It’s a nervous system on high alert, what seems to be all the time.
You constantly compare yourself to others.
Because without a solid sense of who you are, it’s easy to look sideways and think they’re doing it right, I must be doing it wrong.
You crave peace but chase approval.
Trying to be liked, accepted, validated… but never truly feeling at home in your own skin.
You’re tired of pretending.
Even if it’s subtle. Even if no one sees it. You feel it, the disconnect. The effort. The ache. And that’s the soul’s way of saying: “Come back.”