No More Silence: A Call to Truth and Testimony

I will no longer protect my mother

Despite her protests and cries

For too long I’ve been silent

But now it’s time to rise

I don’t care if she calls me a liar

Or tries to discredit my voice

My truth cannot be silenced

It's time to make the choice

To share my story and speak out

To heal and protect myself

And to save others from the nightmare

Caused by her deceit and stealth

No longer will I carry the burden

Of her lies and manipulation

I will no longer protect my mother

It's time for my own liberation

I will stand tall and speak my truth

For all the children and people in pain

I will be a beacon of hope and strength

And help them break free from the chain

So, listen to my words, mother

I will no longer protect you

For I choose to stand up for myself

And for the innocent souls, too

I will no longer protect my mother. She’s cried, denied, and deflected for years—but I’m done. I’ve carried the weight of her secrets, her manipulations, and the confusion that came with them. For too long, I stayed quiet to keep the peace, to play the role of the dutiful daughter. But silence is not peace. Silence is complicity. And I’m choosing truth.

She can call me a liar. She can try to rewrite the past. But the truth doesn’t bend for anyone. It’s time I speak it—out loud, without shame—Not just for myself, but for others like me who are still trapped in the aftermath of someone else’s denial.

I won't carry her burden anymore. I won't protect the image she wants to project while people suffer in the shadows of what really happened. This is my liberation. And in telling my story, I hope to spark others to do the same.

To my readers: Who else is ready to speak? Who’s ready to show the messy, unpolished, uncomfortable truth that healing often hides? You don’t have to be "healed" to be heard. You don’t need to have a neat ending to share your beginning. Tell us what they told you to bury. Show us the parts you were taught to be ashamed of.

I’m thinking of creating a space—a safe, private section just for readers and members—where you can share your stories too. Not for likes, not for validation, but for connection. For change. For power.

What do you think?