I couldn’t figure out why I haven’t been wanting to share much on my blog these past few days. If I’m being honest, I’m terrified—terrified of who might find something to pick apart and poke at. It’s not like I’m timid or shy; I’m a performer, used to critique and the occasional harsh word. But when it’s just me, my laptop, and my thoughts, it feels different. It feels more intimate, more exposed, more vulnerable.
If you know a little about me then you know my love for Astrology. I remember coming across a post the other day about how twelfth house placements have to keep a lot of things private. We attract a whole lot of enemies otherwise. It's not the first time I've heard that so it wasn't all the way crushing my spirit. I'm a Saturn twelfth house individual, Saturn has done quite a number on my subconscious.
Pair that with a Capricorn eighth house sun and mercury, and you have me: Someone who is terrified of being seen because I've been told I'm soft, too sensitive, too much in general. This world does not agree with my whole entire being. It rewards those who have lost their humility, those who've never had any. But still I choose to show up and be my most authentic self. I just have to keep in mind that there are things I do want to share, also there are things that deserve to stay sacred.
It gets difficult when the lines are blurred because I want to keep myself an open book for my audience, but in this conversation I think you know where I'm headed. There's nothing wrong with expressing vulnerability, you cannot lose your boundaries though. That is a very important twelfth house lesson, boundaries with Self and others.
Back to my original topic, I don’t think we have enough conversations about the fear of being seen—especially for those of us who are naturally sensitive. People often look at you and say, “You need tough skin, or else,” as if there’s no space in the world for softness to exist, as if sensitivity is a weakness to be eradicated. But why does everything have to be hardened to be valuable?
The truth is, sensitivity isn’t a flaw. It’s a gift. It’s what makes us attuned to the world, empathetic, and reflective. But being sensitive also means we experience everything—joy, fear, criticism on a deeper level. It can feel exhausting.
So, while tough skin may help shield some of the blows, I believe there’s strength in staying soft. It takes courage to show up as yourself, unapologetically, knowing you might be misunderstood or judged. And maybe that’s why I’m here, still writing—because someone out there might need to hear this too.
In the days leading up to this one I spent a lot of time reassuring myself. People won't always agree with me or understand me. But through that same lens, there's also my tribe of people who I am determined to find. It's still worth continuing to put myself out there in hopes I can touch peoples hearts and encourage them to practice vulnerability as well.
It’s a process, though. Vulnerability is scary because it’s real. It’s like stepping out without a safety net, not knowing how people will react. Will they laugh? Will they dismiss me? Or will they simply not care? But even with that fear, I’ve realized something: the alternative is staying silent, letting my thoughts, my stories, and my voice gather dust. And that feels worse than any critique ever could.
Every time I write, I remind myself why I started. Writing has always been my way of processing the world. I found my voice through writing, so many times before. It’s where I go to find clarity, to reflect, and to let my thoughts breathe. And if sharing that process can help even one person feel less alone, it’s worth every ounce of discomfort.
So I keep showing up. Even when the words don’t come easily. Even when doubt creeps in. Even when people cast their judgement. I’ve learned that the act of being seen starts with seeing myself—accepting my imperfections, embracing my sensitivity, and honoring the courage it takes just to be me.
Because at the end of the day, it’s not just about writing or blogging. It’s about connection. It’s about reminding ourselves, and each other, that we’re not alone in our fears, our hopes, or our struggles.
I'd like for you to think if you have ever felt too sensitive or felt like you were a burden. I know for a fact that I didn’t come to this belief out of nowhere—it’s rooted in experiences, like opening up to a loved one about something that they did or said that bothered you, just to have them laugh in your face or look you up and down like you just did something gross.
Or maybe they don't do these things. Maybe they keep the peace, but proceed to throw your emotions back in your face a week later, and you feel bad that you opened up in the first place.
Having your emotions weaponized can leave scars that linger, and it’s not something anyone should endure. I want you to know: you don’t have to put up with anyone’s unkind behavior or hurtful words. Putting yourself out there, being vulnerable, does not give anyone permission to harm you.
Your emotions are yours. They are sacred, and they are not up for grabs. You are a human being, worthy of protection, kindness, and care—especially from yourself. You are worthy of boundaries. You are worthy of love, respect, and space to heal. And just as you would protect those you love, I hope you remember to protect yourself too.
Please let me know what feelings this blog post brought to the surface for you, and let's chat about it. I'd love to hear your feedback. Thank you for reading! Much love, xoxo.