For a long time, I adapted. Sometimes I didn’t even know I was doing it. Other times, I knew—but I still questioned my truth. I doubted myself. I stayed quiet. I softened the edges. I tried not to upset anyone. I didn’t want to be misunderstood. But that’s changed.
I’ve done the work. I’ve met myself in the quiet moments and in the chaos. I’ve come to know who I am—and I’m still learning. But today, I speak my truth. Mindfully. Consciously. Not to hurt, not to jab, not to provoke. Simply to express.
And I understand: not everyone will be okay with that. Some will feel discomfort. Some will turn away. Some will try to silence me, ignore me, or retaliate with passive aggression. I say this with kindness: your reaction to my truth has nothing to do with me. Your discomfort is yours. And my response to it? That’s mine.
If you try to hurt me for expressing how I feel, I won’t meet you at that level. But I will observe. And how you react will determine how I choose to engage with you moving forward. Period.
I don’t owe anyone an explanation. But if you’re genuinely curious, and you ask me with sincerity, I’ll share. Because I respect curiosity. But if you hide your jabs behind fake curiosity, I’ll see it. I’ll feel it. And I’ll act accordingly—with as much kindness as I can muster. I am human. I will pause. I will think before I respond.
To anyone who thinks they can shame or punish me for speaking my truth, let me offer you this truth: it won’t affect me. That time and energy you spend trying to silence me? You might want to spend it elsewhere. I say that kindly.
Because this is a journey—a moving train. People come and go. Nothing is permanent. And the more I love myself, the less I compromise. The less I settle. And the more I trust that my truth is worth speaking.
Speak your truth. But take the time to know who you are first. That’s where the power comes from.
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