Today, I spoke my truth to someone in the only way I know how…honestly, directly, bluntly.
They were offended.
Not because of my truth per say, but because, try as they did, they could not change it.
I have been to hell and back more times than I can count.
I am a survivor of trauma and abuse both as a child and an adult.
I have done the excruciating work that needs to be done to heal my inner soul wounds.
I found my truth in the darkness of my soul and loved it back into light.
I understand and appreciate my truth for what it is…no more, no less, just as it is.
I stand in my truth because it is mine to stand in…no one else’s.
If I want my truth to change, I will change it.
I did not become strong because someone other than myself changed my truth.
I became strong because I understand and appreciate that my truth ONLY changes if I want it to.
This is My Truth.