As I journey through life, wearing the curious badge of being “wise beyond my years” (yes, the kind who sips tea like it holds answers but still gets caught off guard by their own clumsiness). I’ve come to realise something essential about intimacy;

It’s not about how close you can get to another person.
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It’s about how close you’re willing to get to yourself.
Because really, if I can’t even hold space for my own emotions, how will I be able to hold someone else’s? Trying to build intimacy without self-awareness is like trying to fly a plane with a potato for a co-pilot.
Good luck with that. So here’s to self-reflection. Because knowing yourself is the real VIP pass to connecting with others. Let’s be honest: If you can’t figure out your own mess, how can you help someone else clean up theirs?
I used to think intimacy is something shared. A togetherness thing. And while that is partly true, the deeper truth is this: Intimacy begins within. It’s the space where you meet yourself with honesty and then allow someone else to witness that meeting. Getting close to someone else will always demand that you get close to yourself, too. That’s the true nature of intimacy. When love enters, it doesn’t just bring butterflies. It brings a mirror and weuh! This mirror reflects your delight, your fears, your dreams, your unresolved grief…
It’s wild how love excavates everything alive within you. The tender. The terrifying. The true.
Here’s the craziest bit : when our hearts open to another, they also open to ourselves.
That openness is beautiful, but it’s also raw and pretty scary at times. Real love doesn’t skip your hidden corners. It brings them into the light. Not to shame you, but to heal you. And that is why many of us run from true intimacy. Not because we don’t love but because deep intimacy demands a level of honesty that is uncomfortable. It means facing the parts of yourself you’ve numbed, hidden, denied or misnamed. I’ve had moments when I thought I was loving someone only to realize I was using that love to avoid loving myself. In trying so hard to hold on to that ‘someone’, I was quietly letting go of pieces of me. And this is where the real shift happens. True intimacy doesn’t just connect people. It heals them. It wants the whole of you. Not just the curated version. Not just the poetic parts or the parts that know how to say all the right things. It calls in the messy. The wounded. The forgotten. The becoming. And when met with care and presence, intimacy becomes a shared space of unravelling and rebuilding. It gives both souls room to breathe, evolve, and exist fully, together and apart. Real intimacy is not just a sweet reach for another. It is a powerful reach inward.
A moment when, in trying to love someone else, you end up discovering yourself.
If you’ve ever felt like love exposed more of you than you were ready for, you’re not alone. That’s not failure.
“That’s the work. That’s the way…”, my Therapist said. True intimacy doesn’t demand perfection. It just asks you to show up truthfully, tenderly and full presence.
So maybe the question isn’t: “How do I get closer to them?”
Perhaps the real question is: How honestly am I willing to meet myself?
What’s one way intimacy has asked you to show up more honestly for yourself?
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