I just wanted to be recognized is it wrong?

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Have you ever felt a hollow ache in your chest, like a silent scream no one hears, when the credit for something you poured your heart into is given to everyone but you? Have you ever stood in the shadow of your own efforts, unseen and unacknowledged, wondering why it’s so hard for people to see you really see you? It’s not the recognition itself that stings; it’s the emptiness left behind when no one even thinks to say, “I see you. I appreciate you.” That’s the kind of pain that lingers, not just in the heart but in the soul, like a wound that refuses to heal.

There are moments when I feel like I’m screaming into a void, desperate for someone to notice the sacrifices I make, the time I give, the love I pour into helping others. I don’t ask for much just a fleeting moment of acknowledgment, a simple “thank you” or “you made a difference.” Yet time and time again, I’m left holding the weight of my own expectations, crushed by the silence that follows. It’s not the lack of words that hurts most—it’s the feeling of invisibility, the thought that no one even remembers me.

There are nights when I stare at the ceiling, replaying every selfless act I’ve done for others. I wonder why I keep seeking their gratitude, why my chest tightens with that piercing pain of longing. Am I selfish for craving acknowledgment? Does it make me weak to hope for recognition from the people I’ve given so much of myself to?

Perhaps this is the curse of being a people pleaser—the relentless need to help, to serve, and to make others happy, while forgetting myself in the process. I keep telling myself, “They aren’t obligated to thank you,” yet a part of me holds onto that hope. I want them to see me, not just what I did, but me.

It’s not about ego or needing attention it’s about feeling human. It’s about knowing that my presence mattered, that without me, the outcome might have been different. Is that really too much to ask? Sometimes, I wonder if this yearning stems from how I was raised, or if it’s something deeply rooted in my soul.

I hate myself for thinking this way. I question whether I crave praise, or if I just long to feel that I’m not invisible. But as I reflect on it, I realize that wanting recognition isn’t inherently wrong. It’s a part of being human a part of being seen, validated, and understood.

I’ve come to see, that while the gratitude of others might soothe my heart, my worth isn’t defined by their recognition. I can’t control how people respond to my efforts, but I can control how I see myself. And maybe, just maybe, the acknowledgment I seek has to come from within.

So to the world I say, “I’m sorry if I’ve hoped for too much. I just… wanted to be… recognized.” And to myself, I say,

“It’s okay. You’re enough, even if no one says it aloud.”

Source: Medium/tel

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