The SELF You Buried

At some point, without meaning to, you started disappearing. Not all at once. Just a little at a time.

You quieted your voice in rooms that couldn’t handle your truth. You dimmed your light around people who preferred you in shadows. You wore roles instead of your real face — just to feel safe.

And slowly, that raw, sacred version of you… got tucked away.

But here’s what you need to know: You didn’t lose yourself. You left yourself — to survive.

And now? Now you feel the pull. The ache. The silent grief for something you can’t name — because what you’re mourning is you.

Self-abandonment is one of the deepest wounds, because it’s not what was done to you. It’s what you had to do to keep going. And that kind of pain is layered. Because it feels like betrayal — of your own soul.

You knew, deep down, when you were pretending.

When you were playing nice instead of being honest. When you were settling for a version of life that didn’t hold the full weight of your spirit. But you didn’t have the support. Or the safety. Or the space. So you adapted. You made it work.

And that doesn’t make you weak — it makes you human. But you don’t have to keep living from that place. Because she — the self you buried — is still here. And she’s ready to be heard.

This isn’t about a glow-up. Forget the polished healing journey. This isn’t about looking healed or sounding enlightened. This is about becoming honest. With yourself. It’s about recognizing when you’re still performing. When you’re still choosing approval over peace. When you’re still waiting for permission to be real. It’s about reclaiming the parts of you that you left behind — the ones that didn’t fit in, that felt too loud, too sensitive, too wild. They were never “too” anything. They were true. And you’re finally ready to remember.

What Changes When You Come Back to Yourself?

You start speaking without shrinking. You stop apologizing for taking up space. You set boundaries not just with others — but with your own patterns of self-neglect. And things will shift.

People will leave. Some things will unravel. It might feel like loneliness at first, but what you’re feeling is clarity.

Because when you finally return to your Self, you stop mistaking tolerance for love. You stop performing pain management and start choosing actual healing. You remember who you are without the edits. You become fuller. Sharper. Softer, too — but with edges that don’t bend for nonsense. You become real again.

The Self you buried isn’t gone.

She’s under the noise, beneath the roles, behind the masks. She doesn’t need fixing. She doesn’t need permission. She just needs you to stop running. And when you do — when you sit with her, listen to her, honor her — you’ll realize:

You were never "broken"!