24/07/2025
Being Healer Story: The Kind One Who Disappeared
Client: Ms. Y
From kindness to invisibility, and back to her own voice.
Ms. Y had always been the calm in the storm.
The quiet listener.
The one who knew how to sit beside another’s pain without flinching,
who stayed up past midnight holding her friends' fears
and answered every “Can I talk to you?” with a nod.
People often said, “You’re such a good listener.”
She smiled at that — because it was true. She could hold the world.
But what no one asked was this:
Who was holding her?
When she first walked into the Being Healer circle, she didn’t think she had anything “big” to heal.
“I just feel a little lost,” she said gently. “Like I’m always… there for others, but I don’t feel there for myself.”
There was a tiredness in her voice, not from work or relationships — but from years of being emotionally available to everyone except herself.
In the first session, guided into a quiet, safe space, she was asked a simple question:
> “What happens inside you when someone asks how you’re doing?”
A surprising stillness came over her.
Tears welled up.
“I usually say I’m fine. Then I quickly ask about them. It’s like… I forget I have a story too.”
And in that silence, something shifted.
The healer gently led her to a memory she hadn’t visited in years.
A school classroom. She was 12. She’d tried to speak up in a group, to share an idea excitedly — only to be shushed by a friend with a roll of the eyes:
"Why do you always make it about you?"
It seemed silly now — just a moment. But in her young heart, it carved a message:
“It’s safer to be quiet. It’s better to be kind. Don’t take up too much space.”
In another session, Ms. Y saw a version of herself standing in the middle of a stage — but the lights were off. She wasn’t waiting to be applauded. She was waiting to be seen.
But years of being the helper, the supporter, the strong one had convinced her:
“My voice is not as important as others. My role is to hold, not to speak.”
That day, in trance, she did something powerful.
She imagined herself walking over to the stage lights and turning them on.
Softly at first. Then brighter.
In that moment, she cried.
Not out of sadness, but relief.
“I’ve spent so long dimming myself to keep others comfortable.”
Session by session, she met the parts of herself she had abandoned:
The one who wanted to say “No” but didn’t, for fear of seeming selfish.
The one who had emotions but buried them so others wouldn't worry.
The one who longed to be held, but only knew how to hold.
In one powerful moment, she saw herself as a child — sitting alone in a room, hugging her knees, whispering, “I’ll be good. I’ll be quiet. Please stay.”
She reached out — not just with her imagination, but with her heart.
She picked that child up and whispered back,
“You don’t have to be quiet to be loved."
The most beautiful shift happened one evening, after a session themed “Return to Self.”
She came back the next day and said:
“For the first time, I spoke to a friend about what I’m going through — not as a coach, not as the strong one — just as me. And she didn’t run. She stayed.”
That was her turning point.
To be loved not because she gave.
But because she was.
Her journey wasn’t loud.
It didn’t need to be.
She didn’t become someone new — she just became fully herself.
She now speaks even when her voice shakes.
She holds space — but also asks for it.
She is still kind — but no longer invisible.
If you’ve ever felt like Ms. Y — like you were the one who always listens but rarely feels heard…
You’re not alone.
Your silence was never your flaw. It was your survival.
But you don’t have to live in it anymore.
Your voice matters.
Your presence matters.
You matter.
With love,
Being Healer
"Bloom to Transform" 🌸
