Seen But Not Supported
There’s a kind of silence that doesn’t feel like peace.
It lingers after you've shared something sacred.
After you've opened the door to your truth.
After you’ve spoken from the deep, unshaped parts of you —
and waited for the world to meet you there.
But the world doesn’t always arrive with open arms.
Sometimes it watches from a distance.
Sometimes it nods quietly without reaching back.
Sometimes it says nothing at all.
And that silence?
It can ache.
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We live in a time of visibility — where stories travel faster than love, and watching is easier than witnessing.
It’s possible to be seen in pixels…
but not supported in presence.
To have your words read —
but not received.
To know your truth was felt —
but still left unanswered.
And somehow, that can feel lonelier than being invisible.
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But here is what I’ve come to understand:
Being seen isn’t always the same as being valued.
And silence doesn’t always mean absence — sometimes, it’s protection.
Sometimes, it’s power.
Sometimes, it’s uncertainty in the face of someone else’s rising.
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So I’ve chosen something different:
To name my truth, not for applause — but for anchoring.
To write it down, not for performance — but for preservation.
To leave a trace, not for recognition — but for remembering.
This is my receipt.
This is my offering.
This is my way of saying:
I was here.
I felt this.
And I chose to speak.
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For anyone who has felt this too —
the quiet between your truth and the world’s response —
you are not alone.
You are not imagining it.
And you are not less because others don’t know how to hold what you’ve made.
Your softness is not wasted.
Your voice is not lost.
Your story is not small.
It is sacred.
It is yours.
And it matters — whether or not the world claps when it lands.
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To those who read quietly, feel deeply, and say little —
I see you.
And to those who rise even when no one is watching —
you are already doing the sacred work.
Keep going.
Keep writing.
Keep remembering.
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With love and honor,
Chriseithia
Founder of Black Self Wellth™
This is sacred work, not open source.
Please honor the heart behind these words.
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