Sharing my inner voice

As we enter the middle of 2026, some moments have given me pause to reflect on the intentions I set earlier in the year. 

One of my biggest ones was to share my voice.

Not the one some people know well. I’m not known for being particularly quiet. 

The one many people don’t know. The inner one. The one that lay dormant for so long. 

The one who stayed quiet. Only occasionally popping up for air. And not always in ways that were understood or as one would hope.

The one who was silenced. The one who felt everything. The one who knew my secrets, my pain, my dreams… my values. The one who got lost when she was spoken and narrated for, even laughed at. The one who felt misunderstood. The one I ignored, judged, mistreated and so carefully protected. 

The one who really knew me. The one that grew quietly underneath. The one that truly held me. The one who helped me get through it all.

I’ve been chatting to her a lot these last few years. She’s been through a lot. We’ve been through a lot. And when my world came crashing down, she’s the one who rose to comfort me from the inner depths of my soul. 

And the more I paid attention to her. Listened to her. Noticed her. Paused for her. Cared for her. She didn’t just pop up for air. She breathed. Slowly and purposefully. 

And in those times of despair, when I no longer knew who I was, she’s the one who spoke up. Not always gracefully. Not always understood. But with intention. And the more I let her speak, the more she came forward.

And when she did, she advocated for me in rooms that would not listen. In rooms that needed me to be heard. And in the dark hours of the night when I cried from both physical and emotional pain. 

She’s the one who made me stronger, braver and more confident, despite what I had done to her for so many years. And soon we started to become one. 

To be honest, it’s not particularly comfortable integrating a part of myself I silenced and shrank for so long. We’re still finding our place together in this world. 

Losing so many aspects of myself in such a concentrated period of time and what I built my identity from was a lot. My work, my body, my health, my family, my ego. Even my values. All gone. The rumination, the doubts, the fears, the dissociation (though it did keep me safe) all very present. Yet, the more we came together, the more I returned to myself. Or at least who I am becoming. We’re still learning, healing and growing. We always will be. But now we’re doing it together. 

The thing I’ve learnt as we’ve grown together is that sharing my inner voice is not just about my words and advocating for myself. In fact it’s far simpler, and much harder. 

It’s about being true. True to what I value. True to what calls me. True to myself. It doesn’t really matter what anyone else thinks, not even me. It matters what makes her feel safe in the world. What she notices. How she connects. What she creates. That she stays present and remains curious. And even though I talk about her like a separate entity, she is me. 

The thing about setting an intention like sharing my inner voice is that it’s not just about my voice. It’s about being seen. Not for attention, just for who I am. And the person who needs to see me first is me. 

And this is what we’ve been working on. This is what takes us out of our comfort zone. And each time we do, we get more comfortable. So we tug at threads and see what else we can find. What else we can explore. It’s not that we’re trying to suffer, we’re ultimately seeking joy. We often find it too, in the simplest of moments. 

We’ve been stepping right outside our comfort zone for some time now. Through the inner work. The reflections. The breath. In sessions. In what I’m building. The life I want to live. The businesses I’ve created. The words I write. The connections I make.

So am I living the intention I set so far? Abso-fucking-lutely. And it is super uncomfortable. But also freeing. 

M ✨