These people see you. Really see you. They see me.
You can live with someone who never sees you. They think they see you. They like to convince you (and themselves) that they see you (though not in so many words because this is language they do not use). But you know in your heart of hearts, despite politeness and resignation on your part, that they don't really. They really don't.
Neither do they see what you do.
But thankfully the hole can be filled. Well, at least partly. And that "partly" is important to those of us who long to be seen. That gaping hole in the heart that longs for connection, commendation, recognition, validation, affirmation, endorsement, acceptance - every now and again that longing is seen. And reciprocated. Ironically by those who also have that hole. They know, they see.
Why am I saying all this?
This week people beyond these four walls affirmed me. They've come out of the woodwork and appreciated my music, my art, my gaming, my thoughts, my doubts, my fears. They saw. They saw enough to say. And the saying is so very enough.