Social media is a scary place. It’s fascinating: I was amazed, inspired—a euphoria-like feeling making me grateful for the goddess of creativity that resides in every one of us.

Then it’s terrifying: my self-value dropped underwater and anxiety rose as I sank. In other people’s shadows, I became smaller and smaller, until I couldn’t even see myself under a microscope.

Do I still matter?
Does my voice still matter?

“YES!” I heard the voice say.

Yeah, it’s always a yes, whenever I ask this question.
And I ask this question a lot.

Explanation? None.
Just believe? Can’t.

I’m an excellent over-thinker—trained since I was still a youngling.
My frontal cortex runs on overload; once, it almost broke me.

Only yoga and meditation can diffuse the tension in my mind—though they don’t always work.
But worth a try.

So I discovered what’s really happening:
I want to be heard.
Be seen.
I want echo.
And that’s the original reason I started making my words sing.

And I finally understood the relentless “yes” I’m hearing, even though I’ve been dismissive—or even sarcastic—towards it.

And my self-doubt?
I see it now, looking at it with kindness—I’m not kidding.

I find it endearing.

Because it’s natural.
And I’m just human.

Understanding is truly self-love.
I recommend it.