There are stories that others can’t see. Because they sit quietly in the corners of our hearts. Hidden. Safe. Protected.
Stories that we cannot or do not want to share with others. Maybe out of shame, fear or simply a lack of people to share them with. Maybe we don’t even know they’re there.
This is a space for stories about childhood experiences — and the quiet ways they echo into adulthood.
Tales of the Unseen is a growing collection of real human stories, feelings and thoughts — shared to feel less alone, to connect, to release, and to heal.
- “In my heart, I believe that no one really likes me.”
- Learning to read every room before I enter — sensing moods, measuring danger, reading the air like a map of survival.
- Chaos mistaken for normal, because I never feel safe.
- “What is easy and normal for others is hard and stressful for me — having fun, meeting new people, asking for a favor. And I am ashamed of it.”
- “I long for people who really care for me, ask questions, and take the time to see me.”
- Flinching at kindness, unsure how to receive it.
- “I want to say so much, share so much — but it’s hard to get it out.”
- “I always expect someone to be mad at me.”
- Feeling stressed all the time — mentally, emotionally, physically.
- “It’s so easy for me to just do what’s good for others and ignore my own needs completely.”
- Love, believed to be something earned — through good behavior, silence, or self-sacrifice.
- “I never feel safe. It’s hard for me to relax.”
- Shrinking in silence, afraid of taking up space.
- “My dad left and never reached out again. I ask myself: Is it really that easy to forget me?”
- “For a long time, I couldn’t handle life. I was afraid of everything. So I just distracted myself — with food, movies… anything not to feel. I was in a very dark rabbit hole.”
- Giving care to others, while quietly hoping to be cared for in return.
- “My mum is like a stranger to me. It’s like we have no relationship at all. Like I just dropped down from heaven.”
- Be super independent. Do everything alone.
- “I missed my whole childhood and teenage years because I was lost in family drama. How do you explain that to people?”
- “I’m an adult now, but I have to learn basic things — how to care for myself, form relationships, set boundaries… It sucks.”
- Carrying strength like armor, while quietly aching to set it down and just be.
- “I get nervous when things go well — because peace never lasted.”
- “I’m afraid of other people. My body gets tense. When I should talk, my mind goes blank. I want to connect so badly… but it’s so hard for me.”
- Earning love. Always earning. Never simply receiving.
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And if you, too carry something unseen ...
A feeling, a memory, a story – you can leave it here. This space is for you.
You may share as little or as much as feels good to you. You don’t need to be a writer. Everything is enough. Your story will remain anonymously. And it will be handled with utmost care, compassion and respect.
