She & I : A Conversation (Part-4) :
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A Encarar o abismo dentro de si é o primeiro passo para se encontrar - Facing the abyss within oneself is the first step to finding oneself.
Today, she seemed quieter, more introspective. There was a weight in her eyes, something that had shifted in the days since we last spoke.
She began, her voice barely above a whisper, “you know the hardest part of this—of life, of feeling like there’s this void inside me—is just... carrying on. I keep moving through it all, like I’m supposed to, like there’s no choice. But inside, sometimes I feel like I’m shattering. Yet no one ever tells you or prepares you that you’ll have to survive like this, even when you feel so broken.”
I listened, allowing her words to settle. “It sounds like survival has become its own kind of mask for you,” I said gently. “An act you put on just to get through the day.”
She nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes, exactly. It’s like I’ve become this person who just… endures. Life keeps going, indifferent to what I’m feeling, and I’m just trying to keep up. No one ever tells you that you’ll have to keep pretending you’re okay—that you’ll have to be strong, even when everything inside you is begging for a break. And that’s... exhausting.”
The silence between us was heavy, filled with an unspoken understanding.
“You’re right,” I said softly. “We grow up expecting things to make sense, hoping for happy endings, but life doesn’t stop, does it? It keeps moving forward, and we’re left trying to survive without letting anyone see the weight we’re carrying.”
She looked down, her voice raw with emotion. “And sometimes I wonder if this void is just... all of that. All the pieces of me I had to hide, the exhaustion of pretending I’m okay when I’m not. It’s like I’m always moving, but I’m not really living. I’m just... enduring.”
“What if,” I offered, “that void isn’t just emptiness? What if it’s the part of you that’s been pushed aside, the part that’s longing to be acknowledged? All the exhaustion, the sadness, even the ache you’ve been holding back?”
She looked up, a flicker of recognition in her eyes. “You mean... maybe the void isn’t something to fill, but something to understand? Like, it’s showing me the parts of myself I’ve been ignoring?”
I nodded. “Exactly. That feeling of emptiness might be all the pieces of you that never got a chance to rest, to grieve, to simply be as they are. It’s as though your heart is saying, ‘I’m still here, I need to be heard, too.’”
She took a deep breath, her expression softening. “I’ve never thought about it like that. I’ve been so busy surviving, pushing through, that I haven’t stopped to listen to what’s going on inside. I just kept moving, like everyone expects you to.”
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A new quiet settled over her, a silence that felt more introspective than before.
“Maybe,” I suggested, “instead of just enduring, you could give yourself permission to be still, to sit with what’s there, even the parts that hurt. Perhaps the peace you feel in those quiet moments is your heart’s way of asking for space to just... exist, without the need to be strong or to hide.”
She nodded slowly, her voice a whisper. “It’s a strange thought—that the very void I’ve been running from might be asking me to stop, to let myself just be.”
“Exactly,” I said softly. “That void could be the part of you that’s tired of pretending, the part that longs to be seen, not hidden. What would happen if you allowed yourself to acknowledge it? If you gave yourself even a moment to honor all the exhaustion and ache that’s built up inside?”
She paused, her gaze shifting inward, as if seeing her inner world from a new perspective. “I don’t know... but maybe that’s what I need to find out.”
I took a gentle breath, sensing the weight of the journey ahead. “There’s a saying I’d like to share with you,” I said, leaning in slightly. "Encarar o abismo dentro de si é o primeiro passo para se encontrar." It’s a phrase in Portuguese, meaning, ‘Facing the abyss within oneself is the first step to finding oneself.’
She looked at me, her eyes softened by understanding. “So, facing that void, that abyss inside me… that’s where I begin?”
“Yes,” I replied. “It’s about letting yourself see what’s truly there, without judgment. Sometimes, the parts of ourselves we resist are the ones that hold the deepest truths. What if, rather than filling the void, you allowed yourself to know it?”
She sat quietly with the thought, a small spark of clarity in her eyes. And as the session ended, I reminded her, “Remember, under that same sky, we’re all carrying our own weight. You’re not alone in this, and you don’t have to bear it in silence. Each step you take, even into the unknown, brings you closer to yourself.”
She left, not with answers, but with a new lens through which to see her journey—one of curiosity, of courage, and of honoring her own depths.