The Ick Is Your Clarity Finally Catching Up

Safe to say that this is a relatable experience: Someone you once adored goes from being the person you couldn't stop thinking about to making your skin crawl. The way you see them slowly reorganizes itself, and suddenly the person you found so magnetic feels almost embarrassing to think about.

We've all called it the ick, but that label is too small for what's actually happening. Truth is, your body is finally seeing what your imagination wouldn't let you see for months. Your nervous system is finally catching up, and you finally stopped doing all the work to make them special.

When you were deep in it, you weren't seeing this person. You were watching a film you'd been running on top of them. Their texts felt loaded with meaning because you read them with hope in your hands, and the way they showed up halfway felt generous in the version of them you'd built.

You were the writer, the director, and the audience all at once. They just had to stand there and exist. Anything they did that didn't fit the story got smoothed over, edited out, reframed in a way that kept the script intact.

That's the part that's hard to admit... 

If the story was mostly yours, then the magic was too. The chemistry that felt so undeniable, the connection that felt so rare, and the way they made you feel seen - a lot of it was coming from your own longing reflecting back at you. They were a mirror, and you were attached to what you'd projected onto the glass.

The shift doesn't usually comes in small moments where your mind and nervous system are almost on different paces. Then you catch yourself reading their message and notice that the excitement that was once there isn’t there anymore. You replay a conversation you used to think was deep and realize you were the one carrying it. A photo of them looks different than the version living rent-free in your head.

What's underneath all that imagined depth turns out to be ordinary. You’ve basically been clinging onto potential over reality while also overriding their patterns. But the ick is here to put you in check now.

That recognition can feel disorienting because it forces you to ask what you were really attached to. If they were always this ordinary, what was the obsession about? What were you so hungry for that you needed them to be extraordinary? 

The disgust isn't really disgust. It's the discomfort of seeing yourself clearly after months of looking through a filter you didn't know you'd installed.

🎙️ The Ick Is Your Clarity Without the Filter

This week on the podcast, I'm sitting with what happens when the spell breaks. I get into how projection works, why we make ordinary people into extraordinary stories, and how the ick is your nervous system finally recalibrating to who someone actually is. 

Give it a listen 🎧

What You Were Chasing

The harder work isn't getting over them. It's getting curious about why your imagination needed somewhere to land in the first place. 

What were you starving for when this person walked into your life? Validation, maybe, or proof that you were lovable, or evidence that the kind of attention you'd been giving everyone else might finally come back to you.

Whatever the answer is, that's the wound that lit up the second they showed up. They didn't create the longing; instead, they gave it a face and a name. Once your unmet need had a target, the admiration wasn't really about them anymore. It was about everything you'd been carrying around without knowing where to put it.

That's why the people who give us the ick the hardest are usually the ones who showed us how desperate we were for something we hadn't admitted to ourselves. 

Use the recognition as data. It tells you something specific about your patterns, about what you've been hungry for, and about the kind of person who tends to activate your projection. 

The wildest part of all this is realizing how much light you've been giving away. That depth you saw in them was your depth. The intensity you felt was yours, and the chemistry you swore was a two-way current was mostly you, generating enough current for both of you and crediting them for the spark.

What if you held onto that light next time? Holding is about learning to stop confusing your own glow for someone else's. The version of you that can see clearly is the one who doesn't need someone else to be extraordinary in order to feel something extraordinary. You already are.

Next time someone makes your chest tight, slow down. Notice whether you're responding to who they truly are or to who you need them to be. That pause is the difference between the kind of love that grows you and the kind that asks you to dim yourself to make someone else look brighter.

You're allowed to be the light. You don't have to keep handing it over.

See you next Saturday ❤️

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