The Native Tongue of Your Soul

The house is quiet now, but the voices from earlier still echo in your mind, telling you that you were wrong, that you misunderstood, that your truth was a mistake. It is a heavy thing to carry when the people you loved most are the ones who taught you to distrust your own hearing.

But listen — there is a voice deeper than their correction, a voice that has lived inside you since before the first argument began. The truth lives in us and will be with us forever, not because we earned it, but because it is our root.

You do not need their permission to remember what you know. The light is not a foreign language you must learn from others; it is the native tongue of your own soul.

Trust the whisper that remains when the shouting stops.