LET ME BE VERY CLEAR ...

WE THINK WE HAVE SERIOUS PROBLEMS. BUT WHAT HAVE IS ONE SIMPLE SOLUTION NO ONE IS TAPPING INTO BECAUSE WE DON’T HAVE THE GOLD BALLS TO RIP THE DUCT TAPE OFF ALL OUR DISCLAIMERS.

I DO NOT COME WITH ONE.

READ ON.

COMMUNICATION IS NOT A LUXURY.

Brave communication isn’t revolutionary.

It’s daily nourishment.

The world doesn’t need louder voices.

It needs truer ones.

Ones willing to step on the eggshells. Pummel them.

Barefoot.

 

Everybody’s walking on eggshells.

We think the thing. Inhale the thing.

But we’re out here trying not  to call a duck a duck.

If we don’t fearlessly communicate

Honestly

Genuinely

Out loud…

If we don’t say the thing

what it is - exactly

then what the F are we even doing?

 

One of the biggest problems we have

has one of the simplest solutions:

Clean

Sober

Direct

Honest out loud communication

 

THIS is not a luxury.

It’s daily nourishment.

Like vitamins for the soul.

But we’ve polluted communication with fluff and fence sitting and fake politeness.

And we skirt truth.

 

I’ve seen the sugarcoating.

Around grief. Around rage.

Around the things that crack us open.

 

I’ve buried friends.

I’ve buried family.

I’ve faced death.

Twice.

Hallway-racing. Code-red.

Life-on-the-line kind of death.

 

And still - we walk on eggshells.

Not just around loss,

but around everything that matters.

Depression.

Addiction.

Abuse.

Faith.

Money.

Marriage.

Childhood wounds.

Mental health.

 

Things we whisper behind closed doors or cover with curated captions.

Everyone’s pretending.

Nobody’s communicating.

And we are drowning

in loud silence.

 

It shows up like a thousand separate problems.

But it’s built on one root

One fracture

One missing practice

We don’t communicate.

We avoid.

We perform.

We explode.

We numb.

We scroll.

We smile.

The cure?

It’s not complex.

It’s not a workbook.

It’s not buried in a 12-step funnel.

It’s one thing

Crush the Eggshells.

Call it what it is.

As someone who refuses to live mute in a world full of noise

Say. Exactly. What. It. Is.

 

You don’t need permission.

You don’t need to apologize.

You don’t need to filter it.

 

Rip the duct tape off your mouth and exhale your disclaimers.

Do not let it eat you alive.

Do not bottle it up.

Do not dress it up in church clothes.

Do not put a fancy ribbon on it.

Do not package it in gift wrap with unspoken expectations

and disappointments

and discouragements

that lead to secrets

and sins

and vices

and betrayals

and lies

and affairs - that cheat you out of your mind

your dreams

your life.

 

Say the thing.

Call it what it is.

 

Suicide is suicide.

Death is death.

Grief is grief.

Hate is hate.

Anger is anger.

Love is love.

Lies are lies.

Lust is lust.

Greed is greed.

Quit overcomplicating it.

 

And yeah - I know there are 12 layers deeper

Sideways. Left. Right. Up. Down. All around.

In between. Hidden in the crevices of every emotion, action, behavior, habit, vice,

and secret seductive temptress tangled in your throat.

 

I’m not naive to that.

I’m not discounting that.

 

Your brain’s already at the green light -

but you’re still riding the brake.

Censored.

Not because the words aren’t ready

But because you were trained

to fear what follows truth.

 

Trained to wait.

For permission.

For safety.

For someone else to go first.

But silence isn’t saving you.

It’s choking you.

What’s waiting on the other side isn’t rejection

it’s relief.

Brave communication doesn’t

burn bridges

It builds backbone

It breaks curses

It ends charades.

 

We don’t need louder voices

We don’t need more noise

We need true voices willing to crush the eggshells

barefoot.

Author Robyn Lynn Tanner