You’ve spent your whole goddamn life being told to tone it down, to keep it polite, to “use your inside voice.” Guess what? That inside voice is what’s been choking you to death. That little whisper you’ve been trained to live in? That’s not humility. That’s a muzzle.
Your voice is not some dainty accessory. It’s not a flower pinned to your lapel. It’s a fucking siren, a war drum, a goddamn thunderclap.
Sacred doesn’t mean quiet. Sacred means holy, untouchable, worthy of reverence — and sometimes reverence sounds like a scream in the middle of the street. Sometimes it’s a belly laugh in a room full of tight-assed strangers. Sometimes it’s you saying “no” so loud it rattles the teeth of everyone who thought they owned you.
Your volume is not violence. Your silence is.
So here’s the gospel: stop shrinking your words down to fit into someone else’s fragile ears. Stop auditioning for permission. Stop pretending your truth is only valid when it’s whisper-thin.
Turn that shit up.
Full volume.
Always.