Terrified and Brave at the Same Time

People often say I’m brave for getting up on stage and sharing my shame, grief, anger, and all the messy parts of being human. They see me standing there, vulnerable and open, and assume I must be fearless. But the truth? I don’t feel brave in the moment. I mostly feel terrified.

Before I speak, my mind is filled with doubts: Will I be judged? Will people see me differently? Will sharing this part of myself make me seem too much, too raw, too exposed?

But there’s something bigger than the fear... my intention. I ask myself: Could this story help someone else? Could someone hear the way I’ve overcome a challenge and find their own strength in it? Could it be the ember that stokes someone’s fire when they’re at their lowest?

And that intention pulls me through. Every time.

The more I’ve shared, the easier it’s become to let my heart be seen. But it’s been a journey to get here. I still sometimes wonder how it will be perceived, and I have moments when I question my own courage. Yet, the rewards have always outweighed the risks.

Through expressing my truth, I’ve unmasked the parts of me that once hid behind people-pleasing and the need to be liked. I’ve stopped moulding myself into who I thought others wanted me to be, and that feels pretty magical. I’m more at peace in my body, I move more freely, and I’m able to listen to my own wants and desires without so much second-guessing. Anxiety has softened, and I feel a deeper sense of love, trust, and safety within myself.

It’s not always popular. I’ve noticed that some people don’t like the growth they see in me or feel uncomfortable with the change. I’ve had to grieve relationships that couldn’t hold space for my new way of being. That’s been hard, but I wouldn’t change it. Because the alternative is to stay small, stay silent, and stay hidden. And I’m done with that.

The power of expressing myself more freely has given me a life that feels true, not moulded by external expectations, but guided by what my body and heart are telling me. Sometimes I still slip back into old patterns, but it’s happening less and less. This journey toward authenticity is ongoing, but it’s worth every uncomfortable step.

And if sharing my truth helps even one person feel less alone, more seen, or a little braver, then it’s more than worth it. 🌱✨