Tsuki wa noboru made ni jikan ga kakaru. - The moon takes time to rise.

She & I: A Conversation (Part-6):

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In the next session, she entered quietly, her calm overshadowed by a visible tension. It was as if she carried the weight of decisions, she hadn’t yet made but knew she must confront.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what we talked about,” she began, her voice hesitant but steady. “About being true to myself and starting with just one relationship at a time. And I see it—I see how important it is. But the idea of it... it feels like stepping into the dark. The losses I might face if I do this—they feel unbearable.”

She paused, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ve spent so much of my life seeking their approval. My family, my partner... they’ve always been the center of my decisions. Without their validation, I don’t even know who I am. Where will I go? What will I do if they don’t like the real me, or worse... if they ridicule or abandon me?”

Her words hung heavy between us. I let the silence stretch for a moment before gently responding. “It sounds like you’re wrestling with not just the fear of their rejection, but with the loss of the identity you’ve built around their approval. That’s a profound and painful thing to face.”

She nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Exactly. It’s like my entire existence has been tied to making them happy, holding everything together. Isn’t that what I was supposed to do? As a daughter, a partner... isn’t that the role I was raised to fulfill?”

Her question cut deep, and I chose my next words carefully. “That’s a story many women are taught,” I said softly. “To be the glue that holds everyone else together, to sacrifice their own happiness for the sake of the family. And while that role can feel purposeful, it often leaves little room for your own identity. You’ve followed that path, yet here you are—feeling unfulfilled. What does that tell you?”

She looked down, her voice barely a whisper. “That it’s not enough. That something is missing.”

I leaned in slightly, speaking with gentleness. “Exactly. And that ‘something’ is you. Your happiness, your needs, your sense of self. It’s not that caring for others is wrong—it’s beautiful. But when it comes at the cost of losing yourself, it becomes a cycle of emptiness. So the question becomes: How can you start honoring yourself while still holding compassion for the people you love?”

She exhaled deeply, as though the thought felt both relieving and impossible. “But how do I do that without breaking everything apart?”

I offered her a small smile. “There’s a Japanese saying: ‘Tsuki wa noboru made ni jikan ga kakaru.’ It means, ‘The moon takes time to rise.’ Change, especially one as deep as this, doesn’t happen all at once. You don’t have to untangle everything immediately. You can start small, one relationship at a time, with kindness and honesty.”

She looked at me, her gaze steady but questioning. “And what about the losses? What if they don’t accept me? What if they leave me?”

“That’s the hardest part,” I admitted. “Losing approval from those we love feels like losing a part of ourselves. But consider this: If their love and acceptance depend on you being someone you’re not, is that love truly unconditional? Or is it based on a version of you they expect, rather than the person you are?”

She swallowed, her tears now spilling freely. “I don’t know if I can bear that.”

“It’s gut-wrenching,” I acknowledged. “But here’s another truth: The people who truly love you will adapt. It might take time, and it might be uncomfortable for them, but love has a way of stretching to hold the truth. And for those who can’t? Their place in your life may need to change—but that doesn’t mean you’re unworthy of love. It just means you’re making room for relationships that honor who you really are.”

Her expression softened, though the fear remained. “But what if I feel alienated? What if I end up alone?”

I leaned in again. “That’s a valid fear. But ask yourself this: Are you truly connected to them now, or are you connected to their approval? There’s a difference. True connection comes from being authentic. And even if it feels like you’re standing alone for a while, you’ll be standing as you. That’s where genuine connection begins—with yourself.”

She sat quietly, her thoughts churning. “It’s so hard to imagine,” she said after a long pause. “I’ve spent my entire life tying everything together. If I stop, who am I?”

“You’re still you,” I said gently. “But now, you’re giving yourself a chance to discover who you are when you’re not living for others. It’s not about abandoning them—it’s about finding a balance where you matter, too.”

Her tears flowed more freely now, but her voice held a quiet strength. “I think I understand. It’s just... the thought of losing them still hurts so much.”

“Of course it does,” I said. “But remember this: The moon takes time to rise. Start small. Choose one relationship where you feel safe enough to show a little more of your true self. Each step you take toward being true to yourself is a step toward filling that void—not with approval from others, but with your own sense of worth.

As the session ended, I left her with one final thought: “Amor fati.” It’s a Latin phrase meaning, ‘Love your fate.’ Life is about embracing the journey, including the pain and uncertainty, as part of what shapes you. Your worth isn’t defined by who stays or goes—it’s in the courage to honor yourself.”

She left with tears, but also with a flicker of determination. The path ahead wouldn’t be easy, but she was beginning to see that the losses she feared might also lead her to something far greater: a life where she could truly belong—to herself.