Feeling Alone
When it feels like no one sees you, remember—you were never meant to walk unseen.
You may feel invisible—but you’re never unseen.
In a crowded room of twenty or thirty people, you feel invisible. You’re physically there, but it’s like no one sees you. Life moves around you, yet somehow, it flows right past you.
We sometimes think we are unseen—and maybe, for a moment, we are. But God always sees us. The question is, what are we doing about it? Are we content to stay in the background, a quiet observer? Or are we willing to step forward and be known?
I’ve missed people’s struggles before—not because I didn’t care, but because I didn’t know they were struggling. We hold things so close to the vest that we feel hurt because no one reaches out.
I’m not a mind reader. If you don’t tell me what’s going on, and I don’t see you often, how am I supposed to know you’re struggling? Yet, usually, we expect others to understand.
I’ll be the first to admit that sometimes I’m clueless about what’s happening around me. But if you put on a brave face, how can anyone see past it?
The only One who knows every tiny detail is God—and I am not Him. I’ve seen His job description. There’s no way I could handle even one percent of it.
Still, we hold things so tightly that no one else can see inside. It’s hard to trust others sometimes, and yes, we have to be careful who we share with. But keeping everything bottled up doesn’t protect us—it isolates us.
No one was designed to live on an island. God created us for fellowship and community. When we hold our feelings and hide our pain, the pressure builds until it bursts at the wrong time and place.
By then, the damage is already done. My sister, Connie, uses this example with middle schoolers: take a Coke can, shake it, toss it around with your friends, and eventually—it explodes. Nothing can hold that kind of pressure forever.
We’re the same way. We can’t keep everything inside. We weren’t meant to.
Jesus said, “My yoke is easy and My burden is light” (Matthew 11:30)—because He never meant for us to carry everything alone.
There has to be a willingness to open up to someone about what’s really going on. Choose wisely—maybe one or two people you truly trust—but you have to start somewhere.
It’s not easy. Especially if someone you trusted once broke that trust.
I understand that hesitation. My trust was betrayed in the worst way—my husband cheated on me. Talking about that kind of heartbreak isn’t easy, and I won’t pretend it is. It’s taken me more than twenty years to start trusting people again.
But God keeps reminding me that I can’t penalize everyone for someone else’s betrayal. Each person deserves to be seen for who they are, not through the lens of someone else’s choices.
We have to take people as individuals and give them a chance to help us. You might be surprised how many are willing—if you only ask. I was.
At some point, you have to give people a chance. They may actually surprise you.
We put too much pressure on ourselves, thinking we have to handle life alone. That goes against everything Scripture teaches. You were never meant to carry it all by yourself. You’re seen. You’re known. And you’re not alone.
Who’s one person you could reach out to this week?
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