When Someone Shows You Who They Are

I've been thinking a lot lately about how many years of my life I spent ignoring what was right in front of me. Not because I couldn't see it.

Because I didn't want to.

I think one of the hardest things I've had to learn is that people usually show us who they are very early on. The problem is we don't always want to believe it.

That feeling you get when you first meet someone?

Pay attention to it.

Mine was usually right.

We see something that doesn't sit right. A comment. A lie. A lack of respect. A behaviour that makes us feel uncomfortable. Something inside us notices it. Our body notices it. But then our mind jumps in and starts making excuses for the poor behaviour.

Maybe they didn't mean it. Maybe they're having a bad day. Maybe it's their trauma speaking. Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe it'll get better. Maybe if I love them enough. Maybe if I'm patient enough. Maybe if I just give them one more chance.

And then another.

And then another.

And then another.

When I look back on my own life, I can see so many moments where my body knew before my mind was willing to accept it. Not in some magical way. In a very human way. I felt anxious. I felt unsettled. I felt confused. I felt like I was constantly trying to work things out, mostly on my own, trying to make sense of things that never really made sense.

I just didn't listen. Or maybe I listened, but I didn't trust myself enough to act on it.

Looking back, that's the part that teaches me the most. Not because I made mistakes. We all do. And not because I believed the best in people. It's because I ignored what I already knew.

What I can see clearly now is how many times I ignored what I already knew. How many times I talked myself out of what I was seeing. How many times I convinced myself to stay when something didn't feel right. How many times I kept giving chances when someone's actions had already given me the answer.

The older I get, the more I realise that most of my biggest regrets aren't about what other people did, or even the mistakes I made.

They're about the times I ignored what I already knew.

And if I'm being completely honest, it wasn't just other people's behaviour that kept me stuck. It was mine too.

I look back and see someone who desperately wanted things to work. Someone who kept believing that love, patience and understanding could change people. Someone who was so attached to the story she wanted that she stopped paying attention to the story that was actually unfolding.

That's a hard thing to admit because it's easier to focus on what other people did. It's harder to acknowledge the excuses we make, the behaviours we tolerate, the patterns we repeat and the reality we avoid.

I can see now that I wasn't always responding to what was actually happening. Sometimes I was responding to a version of events I had created in my own mind.

And there is a big difference between the two.

I can see now that every time I did that, I stopped trusting my own judgement a little more. And once you stop trusting your own judgement, life becomes confusing. You start looking outside yourself for answers that are already sitting right in front of you. You ask friends what they think. You replay conversations in your head. You search for explanations. You wait for more proof.

When deep down, you already know.

I think that's why self-worth matters so much. Not because it makes life easier. But because it helps you trust yourself when something doesn't feel right. It helps you leave sooner. It helps you set the boundary. It helps you have the hard conversation. It helps you choose yourself.

I think that's what happens when we're more focused on being chosen than paying attention. We keep searching for evidence that we should stay instead of accepting the evidence that tells us it's time to leave. We fall in love with potential. We fall in love with who someone could be. We become attached to the story we've created in our head.

And before we know it, we're giving chances to people who have already shown us exactly what they're willing and unwilling to give.

If I could sit down with my younger self today, I wouldn't tell her to be less kind. I wouldn't tell her to stop seeing the good in people. I love that she has a big heart.

What I would tell her is this: You can be kind and still walk away. You can love someone and still walk away. You can understand someone's struggles and still walk away.

You do not have to stay somewhere that doesn't feel right simply because you've invested so much of yourself into it. Because if you stay long enough, you won't be yourself anymore. You'll spend so much time trying to make it work that you'll slowly lose sight of who you are.

And that should never happen.

I wish I had understood that earlier. I wish I had known that every time I ignored my own feelings, every time I overrode what my body was trying to tell me, I was slowly teaching myself that my needs mattered less than everyone else's. And that's a dangerous lesson to learn.

The older I get, the more I realise that peace is incredibly underrated. When I was younger, I confused intensity with connection. I confused uncertainty with excitement. I confused waiting, hoping and wishing with love.

Now I know that healthy relationships feel different. They feel safe. They feel honest. They feel consistent. They allow you to relax. And I think that's what my body was trying to tell me all along.

Not every hard decision is the wrong one.

Sometimes the hardest decision is the right one.

Sometimes it isn't about learning how to stay.

Sometimes it's about knowing when it's time to leave.

People usually show us who they are very early on.

The challenge isn’t seeing it.

The challenge is feeling it and trusting those feelings the first time.

Love yourself more.

Listen to your body.

She Knows. 🤍

Love Claire Bear

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