If only I had someone to share

Exposing my most vulnerable self requires too much energy, but it's fulfilling. 

If only I had someone to share this burden with. I'm familiar with the exhaustion of carrying my vulnerabilities alone; I've been doing it for a long time.

 

As an introvert, I tend to do solo activities.  Even when dealing with struggles, I do it on my own. But it doesn't mean I never wanted someone to help me.  I always wish I had someone to listen to my rants, notice what weighs on my heart without rejecting me, and wipe away my tears.

 

And even in my quietest moments, I long to be seen; sadly, I often feel invisible. It would be beautiful to have someone who would listen, see, and understand me with sincerity.  

Maybe for now, I'll keep it to myself. It's my responsibility to acknowledge these emotional shadows.