The Feeling That Nobody Really Knows You

Have you ever been around people and had this thought surface?

Nobody here actually knows me.

The strange part is that I'm not isolated. There are people I text, people I see. And the feeling stayed anyway.

It isn't that nobody knows you

So I counted once. How many people know me?

Not few. Coworkers, university friends, hometown friends, family. All of them know me.

But each one knows a different fragment.

• Coworkers know the working me
• University friends know me in my early twenties
• Hometown friends know me as a teenager
• Family knows me at home

Everything each of them knows is accurate. None of it is wrong. It just isn't all of it.

Relationships get fixed at their starting point

There's more. A relationship usually forms around whoever you were when you met.

Who you were then becomes that relationship's default setting. And what changed afterward doesn't get absorbed very well.

So the older the relationship, the older the version of you it knows. A friend of ten years relates to me by a ten-year-old reading. What I went through in between, they mostly don't know.

That isn't indifference on their part. Updating a relationship takes dedicated time, and most relationships have no slot for it.

But you've never assembled it either

Here's the core of it. Living with a different face in each setting produces this:

The whole picture exists nowhere.

Me at work, me among friends, me at home, me alone. These have never once been in the same room. Each of them exists; they've simply never been assembled.

So this was never the problem of nobody knowing me. It was that nobody has ever seen the whole of me.

Including me.

Two wishes are tangled together

Which means "I wish someone really knew me" is actually two different wishes stuck together.

One is wanting to be understood. People can solve that. It takes time, but they can.

The other is wanting to know who you are. People can't solve that one. However good the person, they still only know the fragment they've seen.

Leave the two tangled and the hollowness never lifts, because part of it stays unfilled no matter who you meet. It was never something a person could fill.

So what do you do

Two things.

One. Don't expect one person to know all of it. Different fragments fit different people. The person you can talk about work with, the person you can say hard things to, the person you can just laugh with — these can all be different people. That isn't shallowness. That's the shape the thing has.

If you believe one person should be everything, every relationship looks insufficient. Divided up, each one is actually pretty good.

Two. The assembling is yours to do.

And that's what writing is for. Me at work, me at home, me alone — writing is the only place they get set down side by side. A person can only see the fragment they've seen. A record can hold all of it.

So writing isn't only what you do when there's nowhere to say things. It's also how you gather a scattered self into one place.

In short

• It isn't that nobody knows you — each person knows a different fragment
• Relationships fix at their starting point. Older ones know an older you
• So the whole picture exists nowhere. Nobody has seen all of you
• The real point is that you've never assembled it either
• That wish contains being understood + knowing who you are, tangled together
• Don't expect one person to hold all of it. Different fragments fit different people
• The assembling is yours, and writing is where it happens

That said, sometimes this isn't enough

• Sleep won't come, or won't stop
• Eating has become hard
• Basic things like washing or cleaning aren't happening
• You've had thoughts of hurting yourself

If that's where you are, please don't try to solve it by writing. That's the point where seeing a professional is the right call. Writing is a tool for sorting your mind. It isn't treatment.

And if this feeling has run for months and you've stopped seeing people entirely, that's a signal to get help too. It may not be a size you sort out alone.

I'm not a mental health professional. I'm just someone who has had nowhere to say things.

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