We’ve all felt it—that moment when you share something real, and instead of being met with stillness or presence, you're met with a solution, a comparison, or a redirection. It might seem small. Normal, even. But something inside you pulls back. The story doesn’t land. The moment doesn't hold. This post is for that ache. It’s for the times we weren’t really heard—and for the question that echoes afterward: Why aren’t they listening to me?
