When I was A Kid.....

When I was a kid, I was very, very introverted.

Like… bedroom-is-my-universe introverted. 🛏️✨
Safe there.

Predictable.

Quiet.

No sudden human interactions to dodge like emotional dodgeballs. 🧠🏃‍♀️💨

I remember being scared to step out of that safety, not just physically, but emotionally. 😔

Scared to be seen. 👀
Scared to say the wrong thing. 🫣
Scared to be the wrong thing. 💔

But I had one teacher. Just one. 🍎
And they didn’t try to “fix” me.
They didn’t tell me to smile more. 🙂
Or speak up. 🗣️

Or come out of my shell like I was some emotionally constipated turtle. 🐢

They let me be me.
They believed in the quiet version. 🤍

The version that wasn’t loud or shiny or the center of anything, just present, in the way I knew how to be. 🌱

And that belief?

That tiny, steady beam of I see you?
That changed everything. 💫

It didn’t make me less introverted.

It just made me feel… allowed. Like I didn’t have to perform extroversion to earn space in the room. 🛋️

Still thinking about that.

Still grateful. Still introverted, but now I carry a little bit of that belief in my back pocket, just in case someone else needs it. 🖐️💌

Do you have that one person who believed in you when you didn’t quite believe in yourself yet?

🖤 For the quiet ones, the late bloomers, the bedroom dwellers.

You're not behind.

You're just blooming in your own timezone. 🕰️🌸

Spiralled, but safe. 🌀