Silence is golden some people say.

Silence: my voice, my trauma, my pain.

Silence, was death slowly washing over me.

Silence as I no longer looked in front of me, but

down into the black void swallowing me.

Silence, a response to the extreme daily bullying I experienced for 9 years.

This with other major traumas led to, Regression, Disassociation, and eventually Catatonia .

No one took the time to truly just listen, or act on what I bravely told them, as a child. Instead they pretended it wasn’t real. This also left me open for future predators, and there has been a lifetime of them.

Then , they turned around and blamed a 9 year old for not

explaining what was wrong? The hospital convinced you to try tough love after I was already being abused. Then as they tortured me horribly with sleep deprivation, solitary confinement, strip searches etc…..you were unaware. Decades passed before we’d truly discuss the hell that happened there. And it was a small talk compared to what I went through.

Silence, turned into treatment Resistant Major Depression. ( I still have today) & C-PTSD.

Sometimes SILENCE SPEAKS for itself. It’s LOUDER than any words could ever say!

Silence, I was almost DEAD -why did it take YOU so long to find ME? I was screaming in a million different ways. I told you what was happening and still you did nothing!

Silence is biting my tongue with all the words and feelings I couldn’t say.

Silence ended for the most part, when you and I changed.

Silence, let it open up our hearts and our souls. Let it drain the

toxicity & pain from us both forever. Renew our love and give us a brand new start. Let God’s blessings flow through us and the water wash away our tears, pain, wounds and bad memories.

I hate to repeat it ,but I pray someone can learn from it.

Silence can be truly beautiful if it’s your choice. But if you

see something, say something, be brave for the voiceless! It very well might just save a life.