I too Have Heart – A Quiet Emotional Support Space

 Sometimes, sadness isn't something you can explain. It's something you carry. Quietly. Heavily. But the hardest loneliness comes when you finally try to speak… and you’re met with blank stares, advice you didn’t ask for, or uncomfortable silence. It hurts, not because people are cruel — but because when you have to explain your sadness, it feels like your heartache has become a burden someone else needs to understand before they accept it. You find yourself using words that don't fit. Justifying pain that should've been simply witnessed. And in that moment, you realize you're not just sad. You're also alone in your sadness. If you've ever had to explain the weight you were carrying — and felt even heavier afterward — you’re not broken. You’re not wrong. You were simply trying to be seen… by someone who wasn't ready to see you.   🌿 Explore More Reflections: Visit I too Have Heart Blog 🕊️ Quiet Emotional Support Space: Join us on Telegram 💬 Reque...

I didn’t create that Tinder profile to cheat. I created it… because I felt invisible. My partner and I were still in the same house. Still doing the usual things. But something between us had gone quiet — and I started carrying the emotional load alone. I stopped sharing my feelings because they either went unheard or led to conflict. I stopped dressing up because there was no one noticing. I stopped asking for intimacy because I didn’t want to feel rejected again. But deep down, I just wanted to know I still mattered. That someone, somewhere, still saw me. Tinder wasn’t about meeting someone else. It was about feeling visible again — even briefly — in a space where I didn’t have to be perfect. Maybe that makes me weak. Maybe that makes me selfish. But I think emotional loneliness can ache even louder than physical loneliness. People don’t always know how to ask for closeness when they feel unseen. Sometimes they just… drift toward places where they hope someone might notice they exist...

 There are people who don’t ask for much. They just hold it all together. Quietly. In relationships. At home. For others. They’re the glue, the bridge, the fixer. And yet — no one checks how heavy their heart feels. They smile during the day, function at work, respond to texts. They make space for everyone else’s chaos. But when night falls, they lie awake thinking, “Why does no one hold me the way I hold them?” If you’ve ever felt this, this space is for you. Not to fix it — but to name it. To breathe into it. To feel less alone in that quiet emotional exhaustion. You don’t have to keep proving your strength. You’re allowed to be tired too.   🌿 Explore More Reflections: Visit I too Have Heart Blog 🕊️ Quiet Emotional Support Space: Join us on Telegram 💬 Request a Free 15-Minute Consultation with Ira Malhotra:   Click here to schedule your free emotional support session   *(First 15 minutes are free — just a soft space to talk and feel heard.)* Quietly Off...

 There are some things we never learn how to talk about. Especially when it’s about our own bodies. Especially when the fear is quiet. Especially when we’re carrying the shame of being “too sensitive.” When I went through days of pelvic discomfort and odd symptoms I couldn’t explain, I stayed silent. I thought maybe I was overthinking. I told myself it’s nothing. But that silence grew heavy. Until one day, I decided to just ask for a test. Not because I was brave. But because I was tired. And slowly, as I moved through hospital corridors and waited alone in front of diagnostic rooms, I began to realize something: Courage isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s just choosing to keep going. Even if you feel unsure. Even if you feel alone.   🌿 Explore More Reflections: Visit I too Have Heart Blog 🕊️ Quiet Emotional Support Space: Join us on Telegram 💬 Request a Free 15-Minute Consultation with Ira Malhotra:   Click here to schedule your free emotional support session ...

 There’s a kind of loneliness I never used to have words for. The kind that sits with you quietly — even when someone’s sitting right next to you. You laugh. You nod. You pass the food. You answer the “how was your day?” And still, there’s this ache. Not because anyone hurt you. But because no one really felt you. You can be in a room full of people who care about you… and still feel like your insides are missing from the conversation. You can be married, loved, supported — and still starving for emotional closeness. And it’s not because you’re too much. It’s because maybe, no one ever learned how to meet you where your soul lives. There’s a part of you that wants to be asked: “How’s your heart today?” Not just… “What’s your next task?” And the truth is — most people don’t know how to sit with someone in silence. Most don’t know how to hold space without rushing to fix. So we adapt. We become funny, useful, capable, soft-spoken, low-maintenance. We master how to show up — while slo...

 Intro: Sometimes the hardest heartbreak isn’t from a breakup — it’s from holding onto someone who never fully chose you in the first place. This post is for the ones who gave without being asked, stayed without being seen, and kept hoping someone would finally show up for them. --- Full Reflection: You let go when you stop waiting to be chosen. Not out of anger. Not out of bitterness. But because your soul gets tired of being someone’s maybe. Sometimes they never chose you — not because you weren’t good, but because they were never ready to meet the kind of presence you brought. They liked the attention. They liked the comfort. They liked the way you saw them. But they never really looked at you back. And you stayed — not because you were weak, but because you thought maybe, just maybe, you could love them enough to feel chosen. But here’s the truth: You were always choosing them. You chose them when they were unsure. You chose them when they were silent. You chose them when they ...