I learned something pretty early in life: When you’ve been brought up in a way where you are socially awkward and shy, it can cause you to shy away from people, which can ultimately lead to feeling like you’re invisible for years. Even though you physically exist, however you are living in your own mind. Wit time, your mind will take over and run the show.
The body is now neglected.
Instincts are ignored.
Their messages don’t seem to be getting through, and if they do, those instincts are getting a “read” notification and rude silence in response.
Sure, there are benefits to mind-immersion; the mind is built to analyze and process information; it’s about self-preservation, the mind churns in order to shield you from pain, to protect you.
But the body is built to feel and gain pleasure. It is there, the body exists.
The body wants to express itself.
There are details to growing up in a war-torn country, such as Lebanon, that are usually overlooked. Details like feelings of neglect, because you’re parents are so occupied with figuring out how to survive in times of war instability, that slowly make you feel as if you’re fading out into invisibility.
And when you are cognizant of that feeling of invisibility, the desire to prove you exist rears its head.
So most of my time growing up, I was fixated on wanting to be somebody.
I wanted the world to know that I exist.
And now I know why.
People that are usually insecure, shy, or have low self-esteem, try not to be noticed. They have a tendency to act like they’re invisible, overthinking before speaking, almost like they’re cowering in their minds. Doubting themselves so that they don’t get noticed. There hesitation acts as a shield from being noticed.
Mind-immersion is a blessing… until you use it as a “safe space”, an excuse to continue your distrust of the world, refusing to come out and play.
The body wants to play though.
It wants to express itself.
Again, the body exists.
The body is sending you messages, read them; but don’t just read them, reply; but don’t just reply, give in.
Could things go wrong? Sure!
But what if things go right?
What if you let the body take the wheel and it’s a wild ride you don’t want to miss?
Do you ever feel trapped in your own mind? Or sometimes feel that you’re stuck in your head most of the time? How do you deal with it?