07/11/2025
Sometimes we hold onto out stories, so tightly that they become bundled into blankets of “what ifs” and “what will they thinks,” convinced that sharing it would only bring judgment or, worse, misunderstanding. Shame is often at the root of our silence.
But here’s the quiet truth I eventually discovered: the real agony wasn’t in the telling; it was in the keeping.
But when you finally share that story, to a trusted ear the light starts to pour in. Suddenly, the shame feels a little less suffocating, and the fear of judgment transforms into connection.
Our stories, especially the ones we’ve kept hidden, are not burdens. They are threads. When we bravely unravel them, we not only lighten our own load, but we often find we’re connected with others who’ve felt, known, or experienced something similar. Your truth, told authentically, can be someone else’s permission slip to heal, to feel seen, to know they’re not alone but most importantly your own.
Don’t let your untold story become your agony. Your voice is a gift, and your truth is a light.
