Truth Doesn’t Always Smile 😶
"Spiritual bypassing is a very persistent shadow of spirituality." — Robert Augustus Masters
I used to tell people I was grateful,
grateful for the sleepless nights,
for the way my stomach tightened
before every meeting
where I shrank myself to fit the room.
I called it perspective,
but it was just a shield
so no one would see
how much it hurt
to keep pretending
the cuts were blessings.
Somewhere along the way
I confused silence with strength.
There was a phase in my life when I thought “good vibes only” was the ultimate goal.
I lit candles, said affirmations, sipped turmeric tea, and posted sunlit quotes about choosing happiness.
But inside, I was rotting.
Grief covered with gratitude.
Anger masked with compassion.
Fear spiritualized into “just a vibration.”
"Toxic positivity isn't spirituality; it's emotional dishonesty."
But pain doesn’t disappear because you dressed it up in a white robe.
It gets louder.
And sneakier.
You can't shame your sadness into healing.
You can't meditate your way around betrayal.
You can't fix a broken heart by pretending it’s not bleeding.
Spirituality, real spirituality, isn't about bypassing your pain.
It's about sitting in it. Feeling it.
Telling the truth about it.
Even when the truth isn’t beautiful.
Especially when it’s not.
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Write a “No-Light” Journal Entry.
For five minutes, drop the filter.
No reframes. No silver linings. No trying to be wise or evolved.
Just raw honesty. The kind you’ve been avoiding.
Let your soul speak without censorship.
Because the version of you who’s been “doing fine” needs to fall apart a little.
Healing doesn’t always hum with harmony.
Sometimes, it howls.
Let it.
Because truth is sacred, even when it’s ugly.
And pretending to be light is not the same as becoming whole.
Be fierce enough to feel.
Be bold enough to break the script.
And be wise enough to know:
Real peace has scars.
Have you ever swallowed your pain in the name of “staying positive”?
Or felt like expressing anger made you “less spiritual”?
Let’s stop pretending that emotion is weakness.
Let’s start being honest… together.
Share your story. No sugarcoating.
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If you think these gentle words cut deep, wait until you read Shadow Thoughts. That’s where I let the truth bleed without cleaning it up for anyone.
