The Unseen

Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be invisible?

When you saw Harry Potter get the invisibility cloak, you were like, “Lucky bastard!” I get it—why you’d feel that way.

But have you ever felt invisible without the cloak?

Like you’re screaming for someone—anyone—to hear you… but nothing comes back?

Let me break it down.

Picture yourself in a box, buried. Layers of soil packed on top.

Do you think anyone would hear your screams?

That’s what it feels like for a lot of us.

Do You SEE People? Really See Them?

How often do you go out of your way to say:

“Hey, I see you.”

“I love your energy.”

“It’s paying off—all that hard work.”

It’s interesting, isn’t it?

How 26 letters can be arranged to either uplift or destroy.

I’ve been going to the gym since I was 16. It’s my way of releasing negative energy.

I don’t expect strangers to come up and say, “Man, you are determined, it shows.”

But from someone close?

That hits different. And when it’s not there, it stings.

We see the people closest to us the most.

So how do we let them know we really see them?

We make them the point.

We choose to say, “Hey, I see you. You look great.”

Try it.

That one sentence might be the fuel someone’s been starving for.

When the Question Triggers the Truth

Funny thing—while typing this, I replayed a question someone recently asked me:

“What’s it like to be unseen?”

My brain started firing. But my mouth… paused.

I finally said, raw and unedited:

“I was going to answer… I’ve been unseen all my life.”

It wasn’t the question that triggered me.

It was the answer.

Because it was my truth. The version of me that doesn’t sugarcoat, doesn’t script.

All I ever wanted were words that lifted me.

Instead, most of them broke me.

The Hard Truth About Growing Up

Life is better now, but damn… adulting?

That thing we used to race toward? Not what we thought it would be.

People have walked in and out of my life.

I’ve done the same.

Some leave an imprint.

Some tattoo your soul and never let go.

And now, as I grow—not just in age but in finally figuring out who the f*** I am—I realize this:

Everything comes down to one word: choice.

On Forgiveness and Perspective

I’ve been hurt by people.

I’ve also hurt people. Let’s not pretend I haven’t.

But I get to choose how I see those relationships:

• As pain?

• Or as the curriculum of growth?

Someone asked me, “What was it like to forgive your father?”

It was a lot.

But here’s what I felt: not pain. I heard his pain.

And I was—am—at peace with that.

From Shadows to Sight

Depression amplifies loneliness. It pushes us deeper into the dark, where our voice doesn’t echo back.

That’s when we feel most unseen.

So, if you’re reading this—thank you.

Yes, you.

For seeing me.

For letting me vent.

For loving me in your own way.

And most of all—for teaching me.

I made a choice:

To see our connection as an opportunity.

To grow.

To heal.

To become the version of me that doesn’t just survive—but lives.

Final Words

Letters. Arranged in certain ways, they make words.

And some words? They can save someone.

Even a simple:

“Hello.”

“I see you.”

“I’m proud of you.”

Those words can stop someone from sinking.

So, be the reason someone feels seen.

And if you feel buried? I see you too.