The truth lay buried in me for so long, I sometimes doubted it myself when it dared to rise up uninvited, desperate to be heard.

Following what I’d been taught, I shoved it down repeatedly until the day I no longer could.

Truth alone will endure, all the rest will be swept away before the tide of time. I must continue to bear testimony to truth even if I am forsaken by all. Mine may today be a voice in the wilderness, but it will be heard when all other voices are silenced, if it is the voice of Truth.  ~Ghandi~

We can ignore it, dismiss it, argue it, or run from it.  But, eventually, truth will have its say.

When I finally chose to speak my truth, it was because I could no longer live the lie.  It was killing me inside and I felt crazy.  I had to be honest with myself in order to save myself.  But in doing so, I broke the rules of silence and angered some.

There have been painful consequences from me telling the truth.  But the rewards of healthier relationships with my immediate family, friends, and work far outweigh them.  I am no longer captive to lies, and instead have the freedom and security to be myself.   Though I still have broken relationships within my family of origin, my mom and I reconciled last year after a long estrangement.  She was finally able to hear and believe, because I had let go and let truth do its own work.








Though there has been pain, too, truth has freed me and breathed new life into my soul.

How about you?  How has speaking truth changed you?  What are things you’ve spoken truth about?