โ€œ๐—œ ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜. ๐—œ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ปโ€™๐˜ ๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ.โ€


Thatโ€™s what a close friend of mine would often say.
Sheโ€™s someone I admire โ€” emotionally articulate, deeply sincere, and always willing to share whatโ€™s alive for her.
No masks. No games. Just raw, unfiltered truth.

But sometimes when she spoke, my mind would wander. One day she confronted me with irritation โ€”
โ€œAre you really listening? I feel like youโ€™re not with meโ€ฆโ€

I felt caught but somehow found the courage to speak my truth:
โ€œYouโ€™re right โ€” I wasnโ€™t listening. And itโ€™s not the first time that my attention has drifted when you talk. Itโ€™s not because I donโ€™t care or Iโ€™m disinterested in you.โ€

โ€œThen what is it?โ€ she retorted.

I hesitatingly shared, โ€œSomething about the way you speak leaves me without a way in. I experience you like an open sky with no door. I feel flooded โ€” like thereโ€™s so much truth, but no space to find you in it.โ€

She said, โ€œB#$ch, are you saying I go on a verbal diarrhoea?โ€

I winked, โ€œI reckonโ€ฆโ€
We both burst out laughing.

She then added, โ€œI do think Iโ€™m an over-sharer. I donโ€™t know what happens to me โ€” I just canโ€™t seem to contain my truth. Iโ€™m a compulsively honest person.โ€

I gently asked, โ€œHave you wondered why?โ€

She grew pensive. Then shared how she grew up in a household where full transparency was mandatory. Even a private thought was seen as betrayal.
If she hesitated, edited, or didnโ€™t declare everything โ€” she wasnโ€™t just called a liar; she was beaten for hiding the truth.
So she learned: To be safe, I have to say it all.
Withholding wasnโ€™t just wrong โ€” it was risky.

Now, as an adult, she shares everything โ€” immediately, fully, often without checking if the space can hold it.
Her truth-telling isnโ€™t performative.
Itโ€™s protective.

It made me reflect on something Iโ€™ve had to learn in my own journey too:

1. You donโ€™t have to be an open book to be real – A bookmark, a pause, a question โ€” those create connection too.
2. Privacy isnโ€™t secrecy or dishonesty – Itโ€™s self-containment. Sometimes, an invitation to deeper curiosity.
3. Curiosity grows in space. In edges. In whatโ€™s gently held back – Leave room for people to wonder about you โ€” not just witness you.
4. If you grew up without permission to own your mind, boundaries can feel like betrayal – But privacy isnโ€™t a crime. Itโ€™s a choice. Often, a sign of maturity.
5. People feel closer when they get to discover us, not just receive us – Intimacy is built on pacing, not flooding.
6. Your truth is sacred. Let people earn access to it – Not everyone gets to read the full manuscript on page one. Boundaries donโ€™t make you fake โ€” they make you safe.

If youโ€™ve ever felt overexposed after sharing โ€” or been told โ€œyouโ€™re a lotโ€ when all you were being was real โ€” youโ€™re not alone.

But maybe the work isnโ€™t to say less โ€”
Maybe itโ€™s to say it with more pause.
More discernment.
More care for the space between two people.