My Truth: A Heart That Still Chooses Love

There comes a point in every woman’s life when silence begins to speak louder than words.
My journey through marriage, motherhood, and heartbreak taught me that love without respect feels hollow, and peace without truth feels like exile.

For years, I silenced parts of myself  to keep harmony, to protect others, and to hold my world together. But through that silence, I discovered something unbreakable within me. This truth, my truth is no longer about seeking approval or belonging. It’s about honouring the woman who stayed kind, even when misunderstood, and who still chooses love, but never at the cost of herself.

My Truth
My truth is gentle, yet strong
it has lived through silence,
through words that cut,
and love that forgot how to listen.

My truth has stood in storms,
not to fight,
but to remember what it means
to love without losing myself.

I gave, I nurtured, I believed
in respect, in understanding,
in the quiet language of care.

My truth now whispers:
love is not pain,
respect is not earned by silence,
and peace is not found in pleasing.

My truth is my home,
and my heart
still open, still kind,
still enough.


Our truths are not born from perfection they are shaped in the quiet moments when we finally stop running from ourselves. If my journey has taught me anything, it’s that speaking our truth is an act of love, not rebellion. It’s how we come home to the deepest parts of who we are.

So, take a moment to sit with yourself  beyond the noise, beyond expectations. Ask your heart what it needs to feel safe, to feel seen, to feel whole. Your truth may tremble at first, but in time, it will find its voice. And when it does, may it remind you, as mine did, that you are worthy of love that feels like peace.