Reclaiming Realness

Take a breath. The kind that stretches your ribs.

Like your body’s been bracing for something it couldn’t name.

Being unseen in a world that never stops watching. It’s a strange ache. To be visible but not felt.

Not known. Not met.

You move through your day. You respond. You smile. You show up.

But underneath? Something’s missing.

Something real. Like part of you is here and part of you is just… performing.

That ache? That’s not weakness. It’s the cost of staying human in a world that rewards the opposite.

So pause.

Right here.

Inhale like you’re reclaiming your body. Exhale like you’re letting someone else’s story go. Now hand to heart. Not for anyone else.

For you.

For proof.

You are here.

Not a brand.

Not content.

A person.

With breath.

With truth.

Say it:

“I miss feeling understood.”

“And I still choose to be real.”

You don’t need to shrink. You don’t need to pretend you’re okay. You need this breath. This moment. This flicker of honesty.

Stay.

Not for the feed. Not for the noise. For the real. And when the world starts spinning again come back.

To your breath.

To your body.

To yourself.