Shit you won’t find in a Self Help Book!

Sometimes when you speak your truth, everything falls apart. The friendship. The romance. The illusion. The fragile scaffolding of who you were trying to be, just to keep the peace. This isn’t the pretty part of healing. It’s not poetic. It’s raw, messy & often devastating. Because truth isn’t always soft. Sometimes truth is the earthquake that reveals the fault lines. Sometimes it’s the final straw that breaks a connection wide open. Sometimes… it’s the most liberating thing you will ever do, even if it costs you. I say this, because I’ve spoken my truth and lost people along the way.  A friend once asked me for honesty, in fact she begged me to not hold back. So I gave it to her. Gently & thoughtfully. She thanked me for being a ‘true friend’ & we kept talking for a few weeks after … Then boom. Unfriended. Gone. No explanation. But it wasn’t just me, both my kids got it too! Another time was with my ex. He said something super cruel while we were away with his parents...

When Speaking Your Truth Becomes a Power Play In my life observations so far, the thing I’ve noticed is that not everything that gets dressed up as “truth” is actually truth. Sometimes it’s projection.  Sometimes it’s pain.  Sometimes it’s control in disguise…  I say this, because I’ve done it. There are conversations I look back on now where I was  convinced  I was just “speaking my truth.” But in hindsight? I was pushing my version of a memory, my  framework  onto someone else and needing them to validate it so badly that I couldn’t see how much I was gaslighting  them  in the process. I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone. I was hurting & I needed my pain to be seen, so I forced it into the spotlight and called it truth. But was it the whole truth or trauma trying to find a voice? I can say now, that it’s a fine fucking line, isn’t it? I’ve found we often speak from unhealed wounds.  From memories that feel so real they still burn years ...