THE TRUTH ABOUT COMFORT

I avoided the most uncomfortable truth of my life for over a year.

The one my soul whispered in the dark. The one that would cost me everything I'd built. The one that meant judgment, misunderstanding, being cast out.

I told myself I was being rational.
Responsible.
That comfort meant I was safe.

But comfort is just another word for slow death.

Because here's what no one tells you: every time you choose comfort over soul truth, you abandon yourself.
You close the door on the woman you're meant to become. You trade your aliveness for approval.

And the price?

Your own heart.

I knew what I had to do.
My body knew.
My soul screamed it.

But my mind kept offering me reasons to wait, to reconsider, to stay small and safe and acceptable.

Until one day I realized I didn't actually have a choice.

Not if I wanted to live.

So I said yes to the uncomfortable truth.
I made the choices that would change everything.
I walked through the fire of other people's opinions, their confusion, their rejection.

And you know what I found on the other side?

Myself.

Not the performed version.
Not the acceptable one.

The real one.
The sovereign one.
The one who knows that discomfort is the doorway to everything she's ever wanted.

Your soul is asking you to go there too.
To the place you've been avoiding.
To the truth you don't want to look at.
To the choice that terrifies you.

Because that's where she lives.
The woman you're becoming.
She's waiting in the discomfort you keep refusing.

So I'll ask you:

When will you stop choosing comfort over your own becoming?