There is power in a name. When you name an experience, you call it out of the shadows.When you name an injustice, you make it undeniable.When you nam
There is power in a name.
When you name an experience, you call it out of the shadows.
When you name an injustice, you make it undeniable.
When you name yourself, on your own terms, you reclaim what oppression tried to erase.
Too often, Survivors are told:
“Don’t be dramatic.”
“That wasn’t abuse.”
“That’s just how it is in our family/culture/system.”
These are silencing spells.
They shrink our reality so others can stay comfortable.
But healing requires honesty. And honesty begins with naming.
🕊️ Naming is how we tell the truth of what we endured—and survived.
It wasn’t “a misunderstanding.” It was coercion.
It wasn’t “discipline.” It was violence.
It wasn’t “love.” It was control.
The right words can feel sharp at first.
But they also set us free.
🪶 Naming is ancestral. Naming is spiritual.
Our grandmothers, our ancestors, our kin named what the world would not:
They gave names to their grief. To their sacred knowing.
Even when the world called them “angry,” “crazy,” “troublemakers,” or “too much.”
They were speaking truth in a world that lied.
And now, we carry that sacred fire forward.
🔥 Legacy is built by the brave.
When you name what happened to you,
you are not just reclaiming your story.
You are leaving a map for the next one.
You are saying:
“Here. This is the word for what they did. So you never have to question it again.”
✨ Healing begins when the lie is broken—and the truth is spoken.
Name it.
Name you.
Name what they tried to erase.
You don’t owe silence to a system that harmed you.
You owe the truth to your healing.
You owe the legacy of clarity to those coming next.
—WeSurviveAbuse.com
Written for the ones who are reclaiming their names, their stories, and their sacred clarity.
🧠Reflection Questions:
What names was I given that I now reject?
What words helped me understand that what happened to me wasn’t okay?
Have I ever softened the truth to make others feel better? Why?
What truths do I need to name—out loud, in writing, or in prayer?
What legacy do I want to leave for those who will face what I survived?
