Those who don’t want us to tell our truths on Facebook, in our blogs, in our stories, out loud in the streets, or in our personal lives are afraid of being found out.
They fear authenticity because it sheds a glaring light on their fraudulent lives.
They demand silence and pass it around and down to their family as legacy; because if no one speaks up, then nothing ever changes and they don’t have to do the work necessary to truly understand themselves or another human being. They don’t have to be held accountable.
It’s the sick need to hold on to the status quo, be in control, where one feels safe in his or her shallow, disconnected ignorance and existence.
When a rebel like you or me comes along and sheds the mask, those who criticize can can no longer hide from the world, or from themselves, and it’s threatening.
Those who demand our silence try to shame us or meet us with shallow small-talk:
• “We don’t talk about personal things/family to others”
• “Don’t tell everyone your business.”
• “Who do you think you are to tell that story?”
• “I bought a new outfit/car/house last weekend.”
• “Don’t air your ‘dirty laundry’ it’s embarrassing.”
• “What’s wrong with you?”
• “Yeah, it’s supposed to rain tomorrow.”
• “You need a pill, a drink, to get laid, to lighten up.”
• “Are you causing trouble again?”
• “Haven’t you ever heard of privacy?”
• “Well If it were me, I’d keep that to myself.”
• “I just shrug that shit off.”
• “Will you pass the ketchup?”
• “Why are you so serious?”
• “You take things too personal.”
• “You’re being too personal, too loud, too sensitive, too ___________.”
Many also simply meet you with silence. They refuse to acknowledge you, your words, your feelings. They hope you’ll just shut up and move on to something else. Or just go away.
Speak your truth. Tell your story. What you are doing has been necessary for generations.
Whatever isolation we find ourselves in for whatever reason– in eating disorders, abusive families or relationships, alcoholism and drug use, dysfunctional relationships, depression and anxiety–it must be ripped open and see the light of day. It must be exposed to the elements. We have to let these fetid wounds breathe and heal once and for all.
You are strong at your broken places, able to speak to those who are literally dying for someone to understand them.
You make others feel heard.
You give hope to those who have only known hopelessness.
Self-awareness is a gift. Be yourself. Speak your truth. Tell your story.
Say it loud and clear.