Sometimes the truth is inconvenient. Sometimes it leaves you exposed. As my last post posits… oftentimes it leaves you vulnerable. Those things being said, the truth is the truth, and not expressing it is more problematic than telling the truth and all its consequences. The truth doesn’t have a ribbon or a bow on it, does not solve all or fix all. It is simply the truth.
But the one thing the truth is… it is liberating. It is honest. It’s a change from the walled up, lack of communication that plagues most human relationships. Even the one that is supposed to last a lifetime. It is dancing naked in the rain brought forth to the human dynamic.
My truth is my truth