If you ever find the answer, and it works well and feels good, please share it with the rest of the muted shadow spirits. The closest I've ever come to feeling noticed, seen, and appreciated was when I learned to love myself. It's not always easy to do, it seems pointless, but knowing that at least one person cares about me with the strength of love that I generate, it really helped me pull my ass out of the worst parts of my life.
Best of luck, sincerely. Fulfillment is rare. Try getting away from the digital world and reconnecting with old friends. When I see mine, I make it a point to not touch my phone or seek any other type of distraction. They sort of follow suit, and eventually, we wind up being together, instead of being in the same place ignoring eachother. I can't speak for you or your situation, I know. You are the only one who feels your feelings and thinks your thoughts. It's up to you to choose what to try.
This is difficult. I think everyone feels invisible sometimes. Here is what I do when I feel invisible:
I try noticing other people. If I'm invisible, they won't notice me looking, right? I look for people who seem to be having a rough day, or who are having trouble, or who maybe look like they dressed up specially. I watch people, and I listen: what they say, how they say it. I look for people who need help, and I try to help them.
I get doors for people. I try to amuse crying children. If someone seems lost or looking for something I ask if I can help them. I can't always, but sometimes I can.
Then I know I'm not invisible. Maybe I'll disappear again the moment they turn away, but I know they'll think of me—and hopefully they will think of me fondly. I am like a pebble tossed into a still pond: visible for only a second, and then lost beneath the water. But the ripples I create will radiate out long after I am gone. I try to make them good ripples.
And in future I will appear again—to open a door, to point the way to the bus stop, or to compliment a girl on her rad hair.
And don't for a moment think that just because you feel invisible means you actually are. People think of you. People you don't know think of you.
An example involving you personally: I'm on vacation in Bend, OR right now. I have been wearing the snake shed pendant you sent me, and random people keep asking me about it, and I tell them about the nice lady in Illinois who makes things out of snake sheds.
So there are people you don't even know exist who know that YOU do.
Um… sorry for the rambling comment. I hope it was helpful and not too pretentious!
Hell, this is inspiring stuff. Very poignant, and very well said :3 From someone who was just passing by and reading responses; thank you for sharing your thoughts - these are awesome indeed. : ) <3
Best of luck, sincerely. Fulfillment is rare. Try getting away from the digital world and reconnecting with old friends. When I see mine, I make it a point to not touch my phone or seek any other type of distraction. They sort of follow suit, and eventually, we wind up being together, instead of being in the same place ignoring eachother. I can't speak for you or your situation, I know. You are the only one who feels your feelings and thinks your thoughts. It's up to you to choose what to try.
I try noticing other people. If I'm invisible, they won't notice me looking, right? I look for people who seem to be having a rough day, or who are having trouble, or who maybe look like they dressed up specially. I watch people, and I listen: what they say, how they say it. I look for people who need help, and I try to help them.
I get doors for people. I try to amuse crying children. If someone seems lost or looking for something I ask if I can help them. I can't always, but sometimes I can.
Then I know I'm not invisible. Maybe I'll disappear again the moment they turn away, but I know they'll think of me—and hopefully they will think of me fondly. I am like a pebble tossed into a still pond: visible for only a second, and then lost beneath the water. But the ripples I create will radiate out long after I am gone. I try to make them good ripples.
And in future I will appear again—to open a door, to point the way to the bus stop, or to compliment a girl on her rad hair.
And don't for a moment think that just because you feel invisible means you actually are. People think of you. People you don't know think of you.
An example involving you personally: I'm on vacation in Bend, OR right now. I have been wearing the snake shed pendant you sent me, and random people keep asking me about it, and I tell them about the nice lady in Illinois who makes things out of snake sheds.
So there are people you don't even know exist who know that YOU do.
Um… sorry for the rambling comment. I hope it was helpful and not too pretentious!