Honesty

People want honesty until it makes them face their truth.

People want honesty but hate the truth, especially if their truth isn’t a beautiful rosy picture.

My truth is ugly.

My truth made me angry, ambitious, driven, cold, harsh and transparent.

My truth is one of struggle, contrition, fear, and pain.

My truth is one of loneliness and discomfort.

My truth is brutal perfectionism and dissatisfaction.

My truth compartmentalized feelings for achievement.

My truth almost killed me.

I am okay with my truth.

I am honest about my truth.

My truth is that I had to learn to be kinder to myself.

My truth is that I have entered into my protect myself and my peace at all cost phase.

My truth is that I had to become a softer version of the person I was, while holding on to the good qualities that made me who I am.

My truth is that I live in my truth and I will never be ashamed of any part of it.