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“I Don’t Open Up to Many People” Isn’t a Personality, It’s an Excuse

“I Don’t Open Up to Many People” Isn’t a Personality, It’s an Excuse

Stop using emotional unavailability as a flex. That’s not depth..it’s just selfishness.

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Jul 28, 2025
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We need to stop confusing emotional unavailability with mystery. It’s not edgy, it’s not layered, it’s just fear wearing cool clothes.

Pushing people away isn’t self-protection if you’re wounding everyone who tries to love you. That’s not depth. That’s damage left unchecked. And if that stung a little? Good. It means you’re self-aware enough to change. You don’t have to be the villain in someone else’s love story just because you haven’t finished healing in yours.

Most wouldn’t last a day walking these streets in silence. I did it for miles. To find my love for thrifting, learning to be alone. Learning to ignore a toxic relationship missed call.Most wouldn’t last a day walking these streets in silence. I did it for miles. To find my love for thrifting, learning to be alone. Learning to ignore a toxic relationship missed call.Most wouldn’t last a day walking these streets in silence. I did it for miles. To find my love for thrifting, learning to be alone. Learning to ignore a toxic relationship missed call.
Most wouldn’t last a day walking these streets in silence. I did it for miles. To find my love for thrifting, learning to be alone. Learning to ignore a toxic relationship missed call.Most wouldn’t last a day walking these streets in silence. I did it for miles. To find my love for thrifting, learning to be alone. Learning to ignore a toxic relationship missed call.Most wouldn’t last a day walking these streets in silence. I did it for miles. To find my love for thrifting, learning to be alone. Learning to ignore a toxic relationship missed call.
The loneliest most beautiful 2 weeks of my life spent in London 2022. Most wouldn’t last a day walking these streets in silence. I did it for 23 miles once. To find my love for thrifting. Learning to be alone. Learning to ignore a toxic relationship. To spiral alone with a coffee in the rain, no umbrella, and the wrong currency in my hand.

Please raise your hand if you’ve ever been personally victimized or manipulated by faux “soft boys,” sad girl narcissists, or quite frankly yourself.

There’s been a few people in my life who would or are constantly talking about how broken they are, how hard it is for them to open up, how everyone’s abandoned them… but when you need them to show up? They disappear, deflect, or play the victim. So let me get this straight: they crave connection, emotional intelligence, consistency, safety, and love, but the moment it’s not convenient, they ghost? Make it make sense.

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