🌱Why I Share These Stories: A Note on Truth, Healing, and Voice
These writings are not shared in anger or revenge — they are shared in truth. The stories I tell here are mine. They come from my lived experience, my healing process, and my deep desire to interrupt the cycle of trauma that too often passes from one generation to the next.
While they may involve people I’ve known or loved — parents, partners, or others — the focus of these reflections is not on them. It is on the wounds I’ve carried, the ways I’ve grown, and the path I’m choosing now.
I do not write to blame, shame, or accuse. I write to understand. To transform. To offer others the language they may not yet have for their own invisible pain.
“This is not a takedown. It’s a rising up. It’s a reclamation of voice, of truth, of the divine seed that has always been buried inside — waiting to bloom. ”
There is a part of me that feels afraid to share some of these stories — because I know what happens when truth threatens the illusions others depend on. I was silenced for so long that the very act of speaking feels dangerous. But that fear doesn’t mean I’m doing something wrong. It means I’m finally challenging the system that conditioned me.
So yes — I feel fear. And I’m doing it anyway. Because I believe this is sacred work. And what is sacred is not always safe. I am birthing something transformative. And birth is bloody, messy, and painful. That doesn’t mean it’s wrong. It means it’s real.
“…I believe this is sacred work. And what is sacred is not always safe.”
I’m breaking the silence that once protected toxic behaviors and belief systems — not the people. And that silence came at a cost: to my voice, my sanity, my sense of self. Every post I write is not just an act of expression — it’s an act of reclamation. This is my truth. It’s not about blame. It’s about becoming whole.
I am modeling for my readers — and for my children — what it looks like to stand in truth with both integrity and compassion. I know that comes with risk. But silence carries its own cost. And I refuse to keep paying it.
“If my words cause discomfort, that discomfort is not mine to fix. It is theirs to sit with.”
If my words cause discomfort, that discomfort is not mine to fix. It is theirs to sit with. I’m not naming experiences to punish anyone — I’m naming them to liberate myself, and others like me. Some of what I share may be difficult to read. It may challenge long-held beliefs. But that discomfort is part of the work. Silence protects dysfunction. Truth, spoken with care, can help dismantle it.
If you see yourself reflected in these stories, I invite you to pause — not to defend, but to examine. Not to fight, but to feel. Because healing doesn’t come through avoidance. It comes through courage. Through presence. Through choosing to do something different with the pain.
“Silence protects dysfunction. Truth, spoken with care, can help dismantle it.”
In Paulo Coelho’s book The Alchemist he says, “ Before a dream is realized, the soul of the world tests everything that was learned along the way. It does this…so that we can, in addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we’ve learned as we’ve moved toward that dream.” If my healing makes others uncomfortable, then let them be uncomfortable. My task is not to be who people need me to be; my task is to be who I am meant to be. This is not a takedown. It’s a rising up. It’s a reclamation of voice, of truth, of the divine seed that has always been buried inside — waiting to bloom.
“My task is not to be who people need me to be; my task is to be who I am meant to be.”
