When the Song Isn’t Yours
- Karen Di Gloria
- Aug 31
- 2 min read
Have you ever been asked to stand, to sing, to believe, to bow — and something in you quietly whispered,
No?
When I was a kid, that happened to me every time the national anthem played. Everyone else’s voices rose together, hands on hearts, but mine stayed silent. I didn’t feel pride. I didn’t feel connection. I didn’t feel anything real.
The same thing happened in church. The hymns, the rules, the rituals — I didn’t feel God there, I felt control.
Later, when it came time to vote, my dad thought I was just being rebellious. But the truth is, I couldn’t make myself believe in presidents or politics. It all looked like theater to me.
Even in nursing, where I thought I was entering a field of healing, I resisted. I went in to help people, but I couldn’t casually take a Tylenol myself. My soul already knew there was more to health than numbing symptoms.
At the time, I wondered if something was wrong with me. Why didn’t I fit into what everyone else seemed to accept so easily?
Now, I see it for what it was: intuition. The same inner compass that still guides me today. My soul was whispering: Don’t give your energy to what isn’t real.
Some of us are born with that radar for truth. We feel the dissonance when the song, the sermon, or the system doesn’t carry the vibration of authenticity. We don’t always have words for it as children — we just know.
Looking back, I realize that resistance wasn’t rebellion for rebellion’s sake. It was the part of me that sees through illusion. The part of me that refuses to bow to false authority. The part of me that wants to rebuild truth where systems have lost it.
For You to Reflect
Were there rituals, songs, or systems as a child that you just couldn’t participate in — even if you didn’t know why?
Where do you still silence your intuition today in order to fit in?
What would shift if you began honoring those quiet no’s inside of you?
This journal reflection comes from the same root as my recent writings on illusion — what we’ve been taught to accept, and what we reclaim when we choose truth.
If you haven’t read them yet, you can find them here:
Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is to stop singing along — and start listening to the quiet voice inside.
If any part of this touched something inside you, I’d love to know.
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Walking our own sacred path,
Karen Di Gloria 🦉
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