Speaking My Truth

Finding my voice requires a lot of preparation. I asked my partner to take me to the woods to yell, and scream, and shout. Something in which I have little experience. My screams did not stir the creatures in the forest. My yelling was polite, and my shouts ended in tears.

There was a pit of emotions within me trying to release, and I knew I could only really let go through the power of my voice.

Speaking your truth requires confrontation, making the choice to put your boundaries as your top priority. Confrontation allows others to understand and reflect on their actions. If we consistently allow people to step on our boundaries we are crushing the foundation of our peace.

Speaking my truth first begins with a deep breath. I swallow a heavy lump in my throat that reaches down and grabs the bottom of my stomach, squeezing so tight every reflex in my body screams desire to throw up. I feel my face turn bright red, tears forming underneath my eyes and my nervous system reaching peak panic.

And, I advocate for myself. I protect my peace. I speak my truth.