10/13/2025
🌿 From Silence to Strength 🌿
Breaking a Generational Chain
By Enchanted Health – MindBodySoul
I grew up in a home where silence was mistaken for peace,
and secrets were buried to keep up appearances.
But silence doesn’t bring peace — it breeds pain.
I share my story not for sympathy or attention,
but for awareness and healing.
Because too many of us have lived through the same unspoken truth:
1 in 4 children experience sexual trauma.
I was one of them.
My mother was, too.
And for generations, silence was the only language our family knew.
My mother had been abused by family when she was young.
She never spoke up.
She learned that pretending it didn’t happen was the only way to survive.
But silence doesn’t stop the cycle — it feeds it.
And eventually, I became the next to carry that wound.
When I finally found the courage to tell her,
I expected love… comfort… maybe understanding.
But instead, I heard:
"Let’s not say anything. We have to keep peace in the family.
Peace built on silence isn’t peace.
It’s poison.
I grew up with a mix of emotions —
anger, heartbreak, and confusion.
I despised the way she dismissed my pain,
but I also pitied the broken girl she once was.
I understood her trauma,
but that didn’t make mine hurt any less.
When I became a mother,
I made a promise:
The silence ends with me.
I was determined to protect my daughter —
to be the voice and the shield I never had.
There were battles.
There were moments I felt alone.
But God was with me through it all.
And when I could no longer carry the burden…
God stepped in.
Forgiving my mother has been one of the hardest parts of my journey.
I understand her pain —
I just can’t understand her silence.
Forgiveness isn’t pretending it didn’t happen.
It’s releasing the shame that was never mine
and choosing to live differently.
I now see that my healing isn’t only for me —
it’s for every woman in my family
who was silenced, blamed, or ignored.
The cycle of silence ends here.
That’s why I’ve devoted my life to helping others heal —
to reconnect the Mind, Body, and Soul,
and to remember that their pain does not define them.
For years, I thought peace meant keeping quiet.
Now I know peace means speaking truth,
even when your voice trembles.
To every survivor still living in silence:
You are not alone.
You are not your pain.
And your truth — your voice —
has the power to set generations free.
🕊️✨️
