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Painfully visible

"It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible and entirely ignored."

This is a quote that I recently stumbled upon, and it's incredibly accurate. It's  something I have struggled with for a long time. Being a bit reserved, I find myself shoved to the side, totally seen but completely ignored.
The painful truth is, though, that sometimes this isn't true at all. We tend to think the world is against us and that we are simply not worth being loved. But the world isn't against you, they are for themselves. We live in a very self-centred world. It's sad but true. People would rather focus on their own lives than look up and notice yours. And, being honest, I've fallen into this trap too, focusing so much on my life and my problems that I seem to forget those around me.

When you feel ignored, forgotten and shoved aside, please remember that it isn't always you. It's not because you are a terrible person or because everyone hates you. It's not because of your disorder/pain. They just cannot see beyond themselves sometimes.

However, it is also important to work on yourself. Try talking to that person you've never spoken to, or why don't you initiate a conversation or event. Stop waiting for people to come to you...go to them. Sometimes they are feeling ignored too.
Speak to friends or family as well. Sometimes they don't 'see' you because you are hiding so well. I know, it's easier to hide! But seeking help or simply talking over a coffee has powerful influence on your life. It's a difficult step, but a hell of a brave one!

Yes, this is much easier said than done! Always remember though, that you are never truly alone. Jesus is always next to you, holding your hand. And pray. He will send people in your life who will love you and see you, regardless of what you think or are going through.

You are a strong, powerful and brave person...don't let others make you think otherwise!

Xx

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