Scribed In Light

There’s a closet we all have.

Not a physical one with doors and shelves, but an inner space, filled with the things we’d rather not face. The things we’ve locked away, buried very deep, and perhaps even sworn to forget.

We tell ourselves— it’s better this way. That if we never speak of it, if we never revisit it, it will lose the power it once held over us.

But what if I told you the very thing you hide is what holds you captive?

The Lie We Believe

Secrecy feels like protection.

We convince ourselves that by keeping it in the dark, we are in control—that our past, our wounds, and our mistakes no longer have a say in our lives.

But the truth?

What we refuse to face doesn’t just disappear. It seeps.

It shows up in the way we flinch at certain conversations. The way we avoid people or places that remind us of the past. The way we push love away because we don’t believe we are worthy. The way we tell ourselves “I’m fine,” when deep down, we know we are anything but. All of this bleeds over into every layer of our lives and even in our relationships.

The Hidden Weight You Carry

What we hide, holds us.

It shapes our choices.

It dictates our fears.

It whispers in the quiet moments, reminding us that no matter how much we pretend to be free, we are still bound.

And maybe that’s where you are today? Maybe you’ve carried something for years, believing that if you ignored it long enough, it would fade. Maybe you’ve convinced yourself you’ve moved on, but your heart tells a different story.

Let me whisper something to you today, my friend: You don’t have to carry this anymore.

A Hand to Hold—You Are Not Alone

The first step toward freedom isn’t about sharing your deepest wounds with the world. It isn’t even about forcing yourself to relive the past.

It is simply about acknowledging that the weight exists.

Just that.

Just a quiet moment of recognition—a whisper to yourself, to God, to the silence:

“I see it. I feel it. I know it’s there.”

And then? Something shifts.

Not all at once. Not like a lightning bolt of healing. But like a crack in the door, just wide enough for light to slip through.

Because the truth is, your past is not your sentence.

What happened does not define you. What you’ve hidden does not own you. And you? You are already free.

The Invitation—A Simple First Step

If you feel the weight of secrecy pressing on you, I want to gently offer you one step today.

Nothing overwhelming.

Nothing terrifying.

Just this:

Say it.

Whisper it in prayer. Write it down where only you can see. Let yourself acknowledge it—not with shame, but with the quiet strength of someone who is finally ready to let go.

To breathe free of it.

To push beyond its binds and release yourself of its grip—not to forget what happened, but to own the truth of who you are today.

Not bound by the trauma of it, but shaped by the wisdom you gained from it.

Not forever held captive, but risen stronger because of it.

And in that moment, something begins. A healing. A loosening. A breath of release.

Because the truth is, you were never meant to live in chains.

And the door?

It’s already open.

Step through.