Get Up. No One’s Coming.

Get Up. No One’s Coming.

I used to spend a lot of time in the boxing ring called Please Get Me.
You might know it.
It’s where you keep explaining your pain, your past, your reasons —
and hoping someone finally sees your side of the story.

What Happened

But one day, I got knocked out of that ring.

Hard.

I didn’t just fall — I flew.
Over the ropes.
Into the crowd.
Flat on my back.

In this case:

No one came to help.
No one clapped.
No one paused the match to say, “She’s still down.”

The next fight was already being announced.

Of course, my trainer showed up.
And he told me something I’ll never forget:

“Get up. No one’s coming.”

Tough love? You bet.
But that trainer — Nathaniel Branden — taught me the difference between needing to be understood… and learning to understand myself.

So I’ll ask you this:
How much energy are you spending explaining yourself?
Trying to get someone to see what you’ve been through?
Waiting for permission to feel okay again?

People don’t need to get you.
That’s not their job.

Yours is to stand up.

Write down what lights you up.
Name what you want more of.
Take the next step without the audience’s approval.

Because one day you’ll look back and say either:

“I wish I had”

or

“I’m glad I did”

And that’s all the understanding you’ll ever need.