Is This Too Human to Help Someone Else Feel Less Alone?
A reflection on the vulnerability of sharing personal writing—and how being fully human might be the very thing that helps others feel seen, not alone.
— Calla Hart
Every time I share something personal—really personal—there’s a moment of hesitation. A quiet pause before I hit “publish.” A flicker of worry that maybe this time, I’ve said too much.
That what I’ve written is too raw. Too revealing. Too human.
And the question that rises is always the same: Is this too much?
Followed quickly by another: Is this too human to help someone else feel less alone?
Because I want to be honest. But I also want to be helpful. And sometimes I’m not sure where those two intersect.
The truth is, I write from inside the experience—not after it. Not as someone who’s figured it all out, but as someone who’s still fumbling toward clarity. Still holding the ache in one hand and the hope in the other.
And I know I’m not alone in that. I know there are people out there trying to love through miscommunication. Trying to hold space without disappearing. Trying to understand why something that feels so tender can also feel so exhausting.
So I keep writing. Even when I question myself. Even when I wonder if I should hold back, stay safe, keep it polished. Because maybe someone else is sitting with the same question in their own life. Maybe someone else is wondering if their pain is too small to name, or their story too messy to matter.
And maybe—just maybe—reading something that sounds a little like them will soften the shame or quiet the doubt.
Maybe it’s not about writing from resolution, but from recognition. Not to give answers, but to say: me too. This is hard.
You’re not broken.
You’re not alone.
So no—I don’t think it’s too human to help someone else feel less alone. I think it’s exactly human enough.
