Personal Reflection
Truth doesn’t wait for your readiness. It doesn’t knock before it enters — it walks straight through the front door, dripping rain and dirt across the floorboards of your comfort. We spend years pretending we want it, when what we really crave is permission to keep lying — softly, politely, to ourselves.
The truth shows up anyway. It doesn’t shout. It sits in the corner like an old ghost, watching you rehearse the same story about who you are. And when it finally speaks, it doesn’t ask for belief — it asks for surrender.
There’s a moment, quiet and awful, when you realize your reflection has stopped negotiating. You can’t hide behind good intentions or clever reasoning anymore. The truth has no interest in the version of you that survives through performance. It wants what’s underneath — the trembling, unvarnished you who still flinches at the sound of your own name.
We call that pain. I think it’s grace. The kind that doesn’t comfort but cleanses — the kind that strips you down to bone so you can finally stop pretending you’re made of anything else.
Reflective Prompt
What truth have you avoided because it threatened your favorite lie?
And if you faced it now — no armor, no story — what part of you would it ask to die so the rest could live?
Memoirs of Madness 
My favorite lie I tell myself, is one day I’ll have value. I guess that’s what must die for the rest can live? I won’t have value, so everyone else can. This is reinforced with our society. As my health care has been cut. My ability to pay for food has been cut off. I am one of the many that people want to see die, horribly.
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You do have value. It’s just that our society (and almost all societies) have been taught that it’s the poor and disenfranchised who are the source of all their problems. The young, the old, the sick, the lame, the low wage earners, the immigrants, the differently-sexed, you name it. Strangely, none of those groups I mentioned set the rules or make policy in any country I’m aware of.
You do have value. It’s just that the cards are stacked against you by our owners ad we’re all eating their lunch meat.
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well said
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I hear you. When life keeps stripping things away — healthcare, security, basic dignity — it starts to feel like proof that you don’t matter. But that isn’t proof of worthlessness. It’s proof that our systems don’t know how to measure worth — only cost.
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that was deep. you’re very talented with your writing everything just flows like a river and makes complete sense.
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thank you
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