The Truth About Feeling Invisible (And Why I Keep Creating Anyway)

If I want people to see me, I can't hide anymore.

That’s something I’ve been telling myself lately — not as a motivational quote, but as a gentle truth. A reminder to stop shrinking when my dreams feel too big, or the silence from the world feels too loud.

Some days, it really does feel like I’m invisible. Like I’m pouring my heart into my writing… my poetry… my truth… and it just floats in the air, untouched. I watch people hype up celebrity drama or follow trends — and meanwhile, I’m just here, wondering if my voice matters. If anyone will ever really see me.

It hurts.

Not just because I want recognition (though, yes, I do), but because I’ve lived a life of feeling overlooked— even by people who were supposed to know me best. And now, as an artist, as a Black woman, as a mother, trying to put something beautiful into the world… that old wound gets reopened every time a post is ignored or a book goes unsold.

But here's the part I’m clinging to:

I keep creating anyway.

Not because it’s easy. Not because I always feel confident. But because my soul needs this. Because writing is the one place where I am seen — by me. Where my BIG feelings have room to breathe. Where I don’t have to explain or shrink or perform. I just am.

I write because I believe, deep down, that the right eyes and hearts will find my work. That maybe someone will read my words and whisper, “Me too.” That healing can happen — not just for me, but for every woman who’s been told she’s too much, too quiet, too sensitive, too strong.

So no, I won’t stop. And I won’t hide.

Even when I feel invisible… I’ll keep showing up like the light I know I am.

Because even if the world hasn’t fully seen me yet — I see myself.

And that’s where the magic begins.

💚

Mahogany