Unlearning Broken
For a long time, I longed for something fundamental: to be seen, truly seen, for who I am. It felt like a distant dream, a hope I kept tucked away. Many of you may have glimpsed fragments of my inner world through the cryptic messages and eye-centric photos I've shared. My eyes, I believe, speak volumes—they reflect the emotions I feel and the emotions I see in others. The reason I used to let my hair cover my eyes was to hide my emotions from those who could decipher them, as I could do with theirs. My eyes also served as a partial mask, a way to show a piece of myself while hiding the vulnerability I felt, the deep-seated feeling of being broken. Recently, something shifted. A ripple of change has begun, and for the first time, I feel a sense of being truly witnessed. It's a profound and emotional experience. This change, I know, is the result of one person's courage and efforts to bridge a long-standing gap. The influence of their actions is now creating new possibilit...