A killing silence


I come from a generation of women who have lived countless traumas, abuses, and unspeakable, I am the one that was chosen to break the cycle. I feel it, I know it, I know it every time I try to communicate something important and I begin to stutter, to break down, the words just won’t come out. I know it is not just my lifetime of traumas that I have carried, but also theirs, it is in my cells.

This has been one of the most challenging parts of my being to overcome, to share my voice, to genuinely share from the depth of my soul without doubt, without fear. Thus far I am the only woman in my family who has openly come out to the world and shared that I experienced sexual abuse as a child, the rest of the women remain silent. I don’t blame them, I get it, it’s not easy at all. I thought that I was going to die with that secret, that I was going to take it to my deathbed, but my creator had other plans and it had to come out before it consumed me alive.

I know I am not the only one to experience the cruelty of the world, its shadows, its secrets, its evil. I am also aware that there continue to be many others who remain repressed, abused, and scared, and many who still have yet to step into healing themselves and taking their power back.

I say we continue to pray, be kind, and spread love whenever, wherever, and however possible. I know no other salve for these times on earth.

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