 Truth Hurts, But Hiding Kills

By MissT

They say honesty is the best policy.
But what they don’t tell you is—it’s also the loneliest, the scariest, and the one most likely to leave you sitting alone at 2am wondering if you said too much.

Still, I’d rather lose someone with the truth than keep someone with a lie.

Because here’s the thing: hiding never protected me.
All it ever did was shrink me.
I’ve swallowed my voice, softened my edges, and edited myself into bite-sized pieces more times than I can count.
And for what? To be easier to love?
To avoid rejection?
To be the version of me that made someone else feel more comfortable?

Nah. Not anymore.

I’ve learned that being honest—about who I am, what I carry, what I feel—isn’t about seeking pity or applause.
It’s about power. My power.
The kind that says: “This is me. No mask. No sugar-coating. No pretending I’m not a handful.”

Yes, I’m messy.
Yes, I’ve got scars.
Yes, sometimes my truth makes people back away like I’m radioactive.
But at least when someone stays, I know they’re staying for the real me—not the watered-down, people-pleasing version I used to perform.

I used to think love meant being accepted.
Now I know real love only starts when you’re seen—completely—and someone doesn’t flinch.

So if my honesty scares someone off?
Let them run.
Because I’m done whispering my truth to protect someone else’s comfort.

I’d rather be alone with my dignity
than held in silence with my truth stuffed down my throat.