What is truth?
Why Truth matters – and always will.
Truth.
I’ve been thinking about this more than usual lately. Especially this past election season, but ever since COVID back in 2020 (wow, it’s been 5 years already!?!), it seems like so much more truth has been uncovered, and it is no longer quite as easy to bury the truth.
But I wanted to ponder and muse on the question: what is truth, really?
is it a fact? a headline? a decision made by the few percent in power?
is it what everyone in media, social media, and all those in power say it is?
Or is it something you feel deep down in your being, in your soul, even if everyone around you seems to think and say the opposite?
I don’t think i ever really asked myself these questions fully, or questioned much of anything to the extent I do now …
until my entire skin was covered in what felt like third degree burns and was quite literally falling off.
until i stopped sleeping for months and years.
until i watched my body fall apart in a way no doctor could explain. And even worse, no doctor would believe.
the truth was that the “medicine” that was supposed to help me for so many years instead destroyed my mind and body.
the truth was that the people who were meant to “do no harm” did a LOT of harm.
The truth is that those who were supposed to help and who I trusted in, didn’t.
The truth was that the more i listened to them, the more I fell apart – body, mind, and spirit.
When that truth did come, it hit me like a ton of bricks. A wave of clarity, yet still, it came in pieces. Through my own screams getting in and out of the bathtub or making any movement with my body. Through eery silence where I was left with nothing but myself and my pain and suffering. Through long nights of questioning if I was crazy, doubting if I was doing the right thing.
But… the truth always DOES come out, sooner or later. And for me, it certainly did – and my whole world changed.
I was raised in war.
I watched my hometown destroyed before i even knew or could form the words to name what was happening.
I learned early that truth could get you killed – or saved, depending on who was listening to it.
Nevertheless, we all seem to be chasing the truth these days, in an era of “misinformation” and a whole lot of propaganda.
But maybe truth isn’t something out there to “find” , rather something we carry within our own selves, often without even knowing. That is why we feel that sensation deep in our gut when someone is lying or tell us the truth. We know truth. We ARE truth.
truth isn’t neat and doesn’t just fit into one box.
it isn’t always provable, and it doesn’t always sound completely “rational”. In fact, oftentimes, it can look completely insane.
I’m writing about truth – specifically MY truth, because it’s one of the few things I have left.
because it nearly killed me to hold it in for so long.
and because somewhere, someone is suffering alone, thinking they’re crazy,
when really they’re just seeing clearly in a world that is designed to keep them blind.
so, what is truth?
maybe it’s the quiet knowing in your chest, in your bones, or under your skin.
maybe it’s that still, quiet, deeper part of you that refuses to die – even when everything else has been taken away.
maybe it’s a war.
maybe it’s peace.
… or maybe it’s both.
What looks like truth to one person, can look completely different to another. Yet, there is still a higher Truth… one that is above all, and one that unites us all as one.
if you’ve lived something no one believed, or simply can’t understand… you are not alone.
your truth… truth in general… it MATTERS.
even if it makes people uncomfortable – especially if it does.
Now, we’re seeing more of it than ever in front of our very own eyes, it’s just up to us to discern which parts are true and which aren’t. That is something only we can do for ourselves, and something we must continue to do if we are to survive as a human species.
The more people awaken to truth, the more people have awareness…the more light we shine on the darkness. And the more we heal ourselves and the world.
