#seen-and-stayed

Today I crave being held. Not physically—emotionally.

I want to be steadied, not solved. I want someone to see the mess, the spiraling, the crash in progress—and stay. Not run. Not fix. Not flinch.

I want someone to say, “You don’t have to hold it all together.” Someone who means it. Someone who can take the weight, even for a minute.

I don’t need a hug. I need a container. I need to know there’s a person in the room bigger than my chaos, and they’re not afraid of me.