As a reformed people-pleaser, it always seemed like I had a lot of opinions, but if I expressed them, deep within my soul I thought I would immediately be chastized and also have no friends. The thing I never realized was that people-pleasing was really self harm - death by a thousand paper cuts to my soul. Soulacide if you will; mostly thoughts of how it was dangerous to share my true self with others. As I began to open up, I found people who liked me for me, and let me say this - if people hadn’t liked me, it would still have been worth it. Nothing feels as good as being true to yourself. So grab your pebble and hold it in your hand as we prepare to remind ourselves how awesome we really are:

You can speak your truth.

Take a deep breath.

Place your rock under the painting. Say:

I release any brain patterning,

subconscious or conscious thought,

or energetic resonance to the

idea that I may not protest,

speak up against violations to my

person or other persons,

 or speak my truth.

I have courage, I know who I am.