There’s a version of your life you’d tell if you knew it would be met with love instead of judgment. That version is the truest one.
“What would you have me know about the story I’d tell if I feared no judgment?”
Some additional insights around this question:
- What would you say about your life if it were completely safe?
- What have you been editing out for other people?
- What relief comes from telling the unedited version here?
