🧠💔🌸When My Sharpness Speaks Before My Softness Does

 This reflection is part of a deeper shift I shared recently in:

“When I Speak My Truth, My Voice Changes — And That Can Be Hard to Hear.”

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There’s something I’ve had to face about myself lately
And it’s this:

When I speak truth, my voice changes.
It sharpens.
It cuts through softly layered emotions.
It doesn’t come to cuddle
It comes to clarify.

And I’ve noticed that this shift in my tone…
Can be misread.
By those closest to me.
Even by people who’ve trusted me deeply for a long time.

They feel judged.
Or scolded.
Or like I’ve turned into someone colder than I used to be.

But that’s not what’s happening.
What’s happening is:
I’m tired of whispering the same reflection
To people who don’t truly want to see it yet.

I’ve realized that people come to me when I’m in my reflective state
When I’m quiet. Still. Deeply tuned in.

They bring their emotional storms, their loops, their pain
Because I hold space in a way that makes them feel seen.

But they often come…
Not to listen,
But to be heard.

And I do listen. I always do.
Not because I need the full story,
But because I know that feeling heard is part of being human.

Still...
Something inside me starts to shift
When I recognize the pattern before they do.

When the story they’re sharing
Is one I’ve heard from them before,
In a slightly different disguise.

And that’s when my sharpness comes in.
Not as cruelty.
Not as frustration.
But as this deep, intuitive call:

“Please. Wake up. See what’s happening.”
“Stop repeating what’s hurting you.”
“I know you feel powerless, but you’re not. Not really.”

I don’t mean to raise my voice.
But it rises.
Not with anger
But with urgency.

Because I can see the loop tightening around them.
And sometimes…
I become the only mirror that doesn’t lie.

The truth is,
I don’t even need to know the full story most of the time.
I can feel the energetic knot before it’s spoken.

But I listen anyway
Not for myself,
But for them.

So they feel met, not dismissed.

And yet, even in those moments
They still don’t always feel heard.
Because their fear is louder than my compassion.

And their wounds hear my tone as judgment,
When really...
It’s just truth refusing to be silenced.

So if you’ve ever felt my sharpness,
Please know, it’s not me pushing you away.
It’s me refusing to enable the cycle anymore.

And if my voice reminds you
Of someone who once scolded or silenced you,
I understand that pain.

But I am not here to punish.
I am here to reflect.
To love you in a way that calls you up
Not back into the comfort of the familiar.

The fly that keeps returning to my space every day
Buzzing, stubborn, unbothered by warnings
Feels like a symbol of the very pattern I’m speaking about.

It doesn’t care how many times I swat it away.
It just keeps coming back.

And at some point,
The only choice left is to change how I respond to it.

Not with softness.
But with firm, clear presence.

So yes...
When my sharpness speaks before my softness,
It’s not because I’ve stopped caring.

It’s because I care too much to pretend not to see.

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I write to understand, not to expose.
The people in my stories are reflections, not targets.
The truth I share is always my own.

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