Why I Chose to Use My Voice

For years, I walked in darkness. Not just the kind you see—but the kind you feel. The kind that wraps around your spirit like chains. I lived small, shrinking into the cracks of my own unworthiness, silenced by self-doubt, heartbreak, and pain. I carried wounds I didn’t know how to speak about. I wore masks to survive. And without realizing it, I kept myself stuck in a cycle—a prison made of trauma, chaos, and choices that mirrored my own pain back to me.

There were moments I truly believed I wouldn’t make it out. Moments when the weight of it all felt too heavy to bear. But somehow, even in the depths, I was never alone. Unseen forces began guiding me—nudging me, whispering to me, aligning me with opportunities, people, and messages that felt like lifelines. After years of breaking myself open, of causing harm through my own pain, of learning the hard way—something in me shifted. I hit a point where I could no longer run. The thing that scared me the most—healing—became the only way out.

And so I did the unthinkable: I faced myself. I faced my past. I faced my fear. And that’s when everything started to change.

Healing didn’t come all at once—it came in pieces. And every time I chose to use my voice—to speak up for my needs, my truth, my path—I felt the ground shift beneath me. Doors opened. My past, instead of haunting me, began revealing the next steps. With each word, with each act of self-advocacy, I remembered more of who I truly am.

I learned that I do have a voice. And not just that—I learned that it carries power.

Now, I speak not just for myself, but for everyone who’s ever felt voiceless. For the woman stuck in shame. For the man battling demons in silence. For the child within us all who just wanted to feel safe, seen, and loved.

I know what it’s like to feel lost in the dark. I know what it’s like to question your worth, to live in survival, to believe your pain is all there is. And I also know what it’s like to rise from that.

My voice has become my medicine. And this blog—this space—is an extension of that medicine. It’s a space for truth-telling, for healing, for remembering. Because if I had realized the power of using my voice sooner, the ripple it could create, I might’ve changed the course of my life earlier. But I also trust divine timing, always. Spirit knew when I was ready.

So now I speak. And I will keep speaking. Because I believe in the power of our voices—especially when we use them to advocate for our healing, our freedom, and our wholeness.

And my prayer is that you will too.