Dear Woman, Who Are You When No One’s Watching?

“The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.”
— Carl Jung

There’s a strange moment of silence that follows when someone asks, “Who are you?” — and you’re told not to mention your job, your qualifications, your relationships, or even your hobbies.

It’s an uncomfortable pause. A little awkward. A little vulnerable. And yet, something about it feels like truth knocking at your door.

Who am I when I’m not the therapist, the coach, the one holding space for others?
Who am I when no one needs me?
When I’m not being helpful, wise, or productive?
When I’m not performing any role… just breathing?

I’ll be honest. I didn’t have a clear answer at first. And maybe you wouldn’t either.

We women are born into a world that hands us layers before we’ve even learned to speak.

“Good girl.”
“Smart girl.”
“Helpful daughter.”
“Obedient student.”
“Caring sister.”
“Understanding partner.”

It begins with love, no doubt. But somewhere along the way, these identities become expectations. These expectations become habits. And these habits… become a mask.

A soft, smiling mask that’s learned to say, “I’m okay,” even when our hearts are quietly breaking. A mask that performs love before it truly feels it. A mask that constantly gives — even when we’re empty.

And while we might decorate that mask with achievements, relationships, aesthetics, and ambitions — deep down, there’s often a whisper that wonders:

What if I wasn’t any of this? Would I still be… me? Would I still be enough?

In the work I do  as a therapist, coach, and woman — I meet countless others who look “together” from the outside. The ones who are always smiling in family photos, running successful businesses, cooking dinner while replying to emails, and still showing up to every birthday, every wedding, every life crisis.

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But when they speak softly, usually, there’s often a common thread:

“I don’t know who I am anymore.”
“I’ve done everything I was supposed to — why do I feel so lost?”
“I feel like I’m living on autopilot. Something in me is missing.”

It’s a quiet ache. One that doesn’t scream for attention but lingers in the pauses between meetings, in the late-night scrolls, in the tired sighs between to-do lists.

I want to tell you this: You’re not alone.
And more importantly — you’re not broken.

You’re just carrying the weight of too many roles, too many expectations, too many “shoulds.”
You’re not lost. You’re just buried. And this? This is your call to come home.

Let’s take a breath here. Just a deep inhale. And a longer exhale.

And imagine, just for a moment — you weren’t expected to be anyone.

You weren’t the responsible daughter, the understanding friend, the calm mother, the high-achieving professional.
You weren’t the planner, the peacemaker, the emotionally mature one.
You weren’t the one who always has it together.

Who would you be then?

Would you still move through the world the same way?
Would you speak up more? Or perhaps, speak less?
Would you still say “yes” so quickly, or finally say “no” without guilt?

These are not easy questions. But they are necessary.

Because underneath all the performance of “being good” lies the truth of being real.

And realness, my love, is what your soul has always been craving.

There was a time when I believed being helpful, kind, and available made me lovable. I prided myself on being someone people could turn to — in their confusion, their sadness, their mess.

But somewhere along the way, I lost sight of where they ended and I began.

I didn’t know what I truly wanted , only what others needed.
I didn’t know how to rest only how to respond.
I didn’t know how to say “no”  only how to soften, adjust, and make space.

It wasn’t until I began asking myself these same questions — the ones I now ask my clients — that the walls began to come down.

Without my titles, I am someone who feels deeply.
I’m someone who cries easily not just at pain, but at beauty.
I am someone who needs solitude like oxygen.
Someone who is learning to receive, not just give.
Someone who still wrestles with doubt and still chooses to rise.

And I share this not to give you my answer, but to encourage you to find yours.

Because no one can tell you who you are underneath your roles.
But you can remember. You will remember if you’re willing to pause and listen.

You might be wondering, what’s the point of this exercise? Why stir up all this discomfort?

Because clarity begins where pretending ends.
Because healing begins with honesty.
Because freedom begins with remembrance.

When you know who you are beyond what the world sees, you begin to live from a place of deep self-trust.

You stop over-explaining yourself.
You stop shrinking to stay likable.
You stop outsourcing your worth.

And instead, you begin to make choices that feel aligned. You begin to walk away from what drains you. You begin to say yes to what nourishes you — even if it’s inconvenient or unfamiliar.

I know this inner journey can feel overwhelming. We’re not taught to slow down. We’re not encouraged to feel. And we’re certainly not celebrated for questioning the life we’ve built.

But you don’t need to uproot your world. You just need to begin gently.

If you’re struggling to answer the question “Who am I without my roles?” — here are a few prompts to sit with. Take your time. There are no right answers. Only your truth.

✧ Journal Prompts to Come Home to Yourself ✧

• When do I feel most like myself?
• What parts of me have I silenced to be accepted or loved?
• What am I pretending to be okay with — but deep down, I’m not?
• If no one needed anything from me today, what would I want to do?
• What makes me feel alive, even if it doesn’t make sense to others?
• What kind of woman am I becoming?
• Who would I be if I trusted my voice more?
• What more do I want in my life? And what am I ready to let go of?
• What have I abandoned in myself that I want to reclaim?
• What truths am I finally ready to speak — even if only to myself?

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Write what comes up. Let it be messy. Let it be raw. Let it be real.

Because underneath the roles, underneath the responsibilities, underneath the noise —
is a woman who is tender, powerful, worthy, and whole.

She is not your past. She is not your pain. She is not your resume.

She is you.

As women, we carry so many homes, the ones we build, the ones we nurture, the ones we sacrifice for.

But the most important home you’ll ever live in… is yourself.

And no matter how far you’ve drifted, you can always return.

So today, I invite you not to reinvent, not to impress, not to perfect —
but to remember.

Who you were before, the world told you who to be.
Who you are when no one is watching.
Who you’re becoming when you finally choose yourself.

Welcome home.