Why I stopped putting myself out there.

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For too long I’ve focused on putting myself out there, often times facing humiliation and rejection.

This was exhausting and never fulfilling until I began learning about where I’m placing my energy.

Rather than focusing so much energy outward, I began to focus inward instead because it’s easy to get lost in the vast nature of our digital age as just one example.

It’s easy to get caught up in wanting to love someone else or project our energy externally.

It’s also easy to forget to take care of our own basic needs first if we’re too busy focusing on placing energy outside ourselves.

I feel trapped between being open and receptive and closed off so that I can focus inward on why I react to certain emotions or experiences the way that I do.

We experience loneliness to figure out our shadow work and to avoid destructive relationships or burdening others.

I’ve stopped seeking validation that I exist, in hopes that people will recognize me for who I truly am—or not.

Unfortunately, very few people are likely to really know us and the validation we seek will only come from within.

Even when we love someone, fall in love with them or are merely swept up in an infatuation over them we can forget to love ourselves all the while and ultimately condition ourselves to expect from them what we should be in control of to begin with.

I’ve stopped putting myself out there because I’m wounded—the pain in my heart is too great to bear and I’m up against a brick wall hoping that it will crumble before me.

I’m tired of going after something before foolishly realizing that path is not for me.

I wish I could obscure myself so that no one knew me—if only there were a way to exist without being seen.

If only there were a way for me to turn off the faucet of love and lust, pain and desire.

Facing loneliness burns me like scalding water—it chokes me like there is no chance I will ever breathe again.

Pain erupts from the depths of my soul and exits my body as tears and heavy sobbing.

This is too much for too many women and so I’m done putting myself out there—I’m too much for myself even at times.

A sensitive nature is more of a curse and is not widely accepted publicly.

It feels like I must compete for the space I’m taking up in this life and that I don’t belong here; alienated time and time again by society and culture.

Putting myself out there no longer interests me because I remember my own self-worth and I know what I’m capable of achieving in this life on my own.

My ego no longer concerns itself with appeasing those whose vanity envelopes their lives and would seek to compare theirs with mine.

There’s only one person in this world who will accept me unconditionally and who will support everything I do—me.

I give up on putting forth the hope that I’ll end up in some amazing relationship.

My perspective on life and love needs to change before I’d even consider putting myself out there again.

It’s just too painful and maybe it’s simply unnecessary and hopeless.

If someone truly wishes to get to know the real me, they’ll make an effort to do so.

Until then, I’m going to focus on what I’m called to do—what compels me to act so long as it’s healthy for me and not disruptive to others.

Fate can guide my relationships beyond that.

I’m done putting myself out there because I wish for my heart to mend and for every fractured piece of love to resemble what it was to love wholly at one time—before my innocence was shattered and the realization that maybe we’re meant to live with broken hearts.

It seems that many of us love the idea of putting ourselves out there and diving into a romance but at the end of the day, I’m probably one who fears it the most.

It doesn’t matter how emotionally intelligent we are if we fail to act on it boldly—becoming useless to those who have no means of using it.

Maybe the damage will simply require this lifetime to heal.

For those who cannot put themselves out there, teach.

Until I learn how to face my greatest fears, I’m no longer going to put myself out there at least not in the way I’ve done in the past.

My fears are born within and are of the mind.

I must stop putting myself out there for those who deceive my eyes while I ignore my heart’s contempt—I must give up overwhelming my senses.

It is tough waking up to the realization that some of us are meant to remain alone and finally accept that putting ourselves out there is futile.

As the saying goes, “Those who can, do, and those who can’t, teach.”

I’m here to teach and this is how I can focus on myself while putting my words out there for those who are willing and who can and will, do.

Eventually, we learn to accept ourselves unconditionally and give up putting ourselves out there because we finally realize we’ve lacked nothing and have had nothing to prove all along.