Seen (Mika, Day 5)

Albion. It’s brilliant. Maybe too brilliant; maybe to personal. All I can see is Alex and Chase instead of Anna and James, because I’ve seen this pain on her face before. It hurts.

Forgotten She-Wolves. I won’t lie - I watched passively for the first two monologues. And then...and then Christina’s came. And in it, I heard my older sibling, their beautiful articulation and passion. They spoke - the both of them - of two sisters (which we once were) the able bodied one caring for the other. I heard my siblings fear for my safety. I heard them defend my privacy.

And in all of this, I wondered why. Why was it that my older sibling and a complete stranger were the only people to have ever made me feel seen?

And I know now, the simple answer. They do see me. They see me for me. Saya is the only one who truly understands me, all of me, because they would never have me change. They see me for who I am, for my otherness, and they embrace it.

Every time I think of that monologue I tear up. I’ve never felt that seen by the arts. So thank you. Thank you for making me feel seen.