“You will keep in perfect peace…” — Isaiah 26:3

There was a time
when I believed things that were never true.
Not because I was weak,
but because I needed to survive.

The lies came wrapped in voices I trusted.
They sounded like love.
Like protection.
Like truth.

But they weren’t.
They were cages.
They were chains.
And I didn’t even know I was choking.

It felt like living inside a story someone else wrote for me —
a version where I was always the problem,
always too much,
and never enough.

It was suffocation by lies.

But now?

Now, there’s no room for them.
Not here.
Not anymore.

Truth is quieter than shame,
but stronger.
And when it finally speaks,
it doesn’t argue — it frees.

The peace I feel now isn’t loud.
It doesn’t shout to be heard.
It just is.