Words hold significant power. The Scriptures say that “Life and Death are in the Power of the Tongue.” It is through words that we establish connections with others. Our world boasts an astounding 7000 different languages, which means 7000 distinct avenues for communication. I use words in this blog to convey my thoughts and emotions. I am deeply aware of the inherent power of words. They can breathe life into our existence when spoken with love and empathy, or they can become weapons that inflict pain and suffering.
Today, I gazed around my apartment, I noticed the presence of words that serve as poignant reminders of fundamental concepts. Phrases like “Walk by Faith” encourage me to persevere in life, even when the path ahead remains unclear. It’s a reminder to place one foot in front of the other, trusting that it will ultimately lead to self-awareness and happiness.
“But God” reminds me that I have survived trials and tribulations, emerging resilient. I know that not everyone shares my belief in a higher power, and I too have wrestled with uncertainty at times. Yet, as I reflect on my life’s journey, I am inclined to believe that some divine force sustained me during moments of despair, self-destructive thoughts, and the desire to never wake up in the mornings. Thanks to God, I’ve awakened each morning, dried my tears, and continued my journey.
I maintain a whiteboard and I change the words to serve as personal reminders. These reminders have spanned from “Let Love Lead” to “She Created a Life She Loved” and “When People Show You Who You Are, Believe Them.” Currently, I draw inspiration from my Aunt Sue’s wisdom: “It’s bad when people lie to you, but it’s terrible when you lie to yourself.”
But most importantly I recognize the need to use kind, caring, supportive, and encouraging words when I talk to myself. This self-compassion is how I am learning to love myself.
