Standing in my Truth

When I wrote Draagkracht now translated into English as Carrying Capacity—I wrote a part of my truth, about my past and my own father.

A truth nobody really wants to share.

I know how hard it is, and how scary, to share your truth—the truth that comes up in you and wants to be listened to and seen by you. And if you feel that your story is related to your mission, the work you have to do here, you can’t deny it.

When I started working on my website in English, I was busy writing and building it layer by layer. But in doing so, I also noticed I didn't want to share "my truth"—the truth I had already written in Draagkracht, six weeks after my abuse came to the surface.

Knowing the truth for yourself is one thing; sharing it with the outside world is another.

But every story wants something. Some stories are meant to stay behind closed doors, and some serve the bigger picture, the bigger version of you, and your mission—even if you don’t know it yourself.

So with that, I knew I had to share it. Sharing this part of my story is not just sharing a story.

Because it’s not just about what happened to you—it’s more about what it wants from you. The next part of your healing, and with that, all the layers you have to deal with. It’s not an easy job.

These are the harder parts—the moments where your deepest pain asks you to walk to the other side. To stand for your story, and with that, help others to do the same. The moment where everything comes together. Playing small is no longer an option; pleasing, adapting, shrinking no longer lead the way.

This is what stepping into your power really means.

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The hardest part of healing isn’t always the trauma itself.

It’s what comes after.

While walking my own journey in this, the hardest part wasn’t the truth about my abuse, the hardest part to me was, the hardness in this world, the projections of people close to me, the loss of people who are closed to me, to see the truth in everything.

Feel everything of what not has been told. And with that, I could not, not see it anymore and the moment followed I choose to fully step away from with no longer served me.

The moment you start owning your story,

you become a mirror. A big one.

And suddenly, the outside world starts to react.

Projections. Resistance. Manipulation.

Energetic pushback from people who don’t even know what you’re doing.

It’s like your light wakes up something they’d rather keep sleeping.

And this is where many women fall back.

Not because they’re weak—but because the force of that resistance is real.

I’ve been there.

I’ve felt it in my field—again and again—especially when I started standing up,

claiming my voice, sharing my truth, and guiding others to do the same.

That’s why I know exactly what you’re walking through.

And I won’t pretend it’s easy.

But this is the moment where your power is forged.

Where your clarity sharpens.

Where your soul takes the lead.

This is the fire of true embodiment.

Lots of love,

Kelly