The modern search for self has become clinical, crowded with acronyms and theories. But identification isn’t identity. And knowing the language of your wounds isn’t the same as knowing who you are.

I’ve followed every self-help theory and spiritual shortcut out there. Until they all started to feel hollow. This piece is a call to return to what’s real: presence, connection, and healing that doesn’t come wrapped in a brand.

Diagnosis can help us feel understood. But it’s not who we are. This is a reminder to grow beyond the label and into simply being you.

Caring doesn’t always invite kindness in return. Sometimes, it attracts the very opposite. And yet, after years of feeling misunderstood and rejected, I’ve come to realise that my sensitivity isn’t a flaw—it’s my strength. In a world that often values distance over connection, I’ve chosen to protect my tender heart. Because kindness is what this world needs now more than ever.