Until we choose to have honest, difficult conversations about sexual violators and those who cause harm, they will continue to multiply. Silence prot
Until we choose to have honest, difficult conversations about sexual violators and those who cause harm, they will continue to multiply.
Silence protects them.
Avoidance strengthens them.
Good people will keep getting injured—
and some will not survive.
When we refuse to name harm clearly, society flips the story.
Violators are seen as “powerful protectors.“
Those who were harmed are treated as “weak” and “sensitive souls”.
That inversion is not accidental.
It is learned.
And it can be unlearned—if we are willing to speak and keep conversing.
“What was never protected by the world is guarded by the unseen.”
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I allow this season to be what it is, not what it’s supposed to be.
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My tenderness is not a failure—it is a sign that I am still alive to myself.
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I do not have to perform joy to deserve care, warmth, or rest.
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Even in quiet rooms, I am accompanied by something kind.
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I move at the pace my spirit can sustain, and that is enough.
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What I feel makes sense, even if others don’t understand it.
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I release the pressure to recreate what once was; I honor what is now.
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I am allowed to grieve and still receive moments of light.
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I trust the small comforts—breath, warmth, memory—to carry me through.
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I remain worthy of gentleness, especially here, especially now.
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My tenderness is evidence of endurance, not fragility.
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I am strong in ways that do not announce themselves.
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Surviving did not harden me—and that is my power.
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What the world calls weakness has kept me alive.
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I carry strength that learned how to bend without breaking.
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I did not lose myself by feeling deeply; I preserved myself.
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My softness is disciplined, practiced, and brave.
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I survived systems that tried to erase me, and I am still here.
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I do not need to resemble cruelty to be formidable.
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My continued presence is a quiet act of resistance.