Perhaps the weight of Self and the lightness of truth produced a moment of reckoning for Tina Faye, who had spent most of her life trying to bridge the distance between herself and others. She had mastered the art of reading the room, of making space for the feelings of those she loved, of knowing when to step in and when to step back.
But in all her efforts to hold others, she had never truly learned how to hold herself.
One evening, after yet another moment where she swallowed her emotions rather than speak them, she felt something heavy settle in her chest. It was familiar, this quiet ache. The weight of unexpressed truth.
She sat in the stillness, breathing into the discomfort rather than pushing it away.
“What if I stopped waiting for someone else to see me?” she wondered. “What if I let myself be seen—by me?”
The thought felt radical. Unsettling. And yet, there was a pull toward it, a knowing that she had reached a threshold she could no longer ignore.
She closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel. Not the curated version of her emotions, not the ones that were easy to name—but all of it. The grief, the longing, the joy, the exhaustion, the deep desire to be known.
Tears welled up, not from sadness, but from relief.
For the first time, she was not running from herself. She was standing inside her own truth, meeting herself with the intimacy she had always sought elsewhere.
The weight was still there, but it no longer felt like a burden. It felt like an anchor. A homecoming.
A Question for You:
Are you waiting for someone else to give you permission to be fully seen, or are you ready to meet yourself first?
True intimacy begins within.
If you are ready to deepen your connection with yourself, let’s walk this path together.
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