HOLY SILENCE

We often ask, "Why didn't they just leave?" It's a natural question, But it's the wrong one. Abuse rarely announces itself As a single, escapable event. It's a slow erosion involving a cycle of Tension, violence, apology, and false hope Repeated over and over Until the mind adapts to survive it. What looks like passivity from the outside is Exhausted vigilance on the inside. When abuse continues unchecked, and People think leaving is more dangerous than staying The real shift

There is a quiet violence in covert resistance. Here I do not mean the kind of opposition Born from the desire to be free. Absolutely not. Not at all. Here I am speaking of the Insidiousness of the withheld hand. The help that is named but never given. The agreement that never becomes action. Covert violence offers the face of cooperation While the heart stays closed. It claims to live with integrity, but A chasm remains between word and deed. Yet wisdom asks something of us

Diabolic obstruction is the Dark art of the Closed door Disguised as an open one. It does not destroy the path But complicates it. Placing delay Where there should be motion, Doubt Where there should be resolve. There are hundreds of 'Reasonable' hesitations 'Good' intentions 'Better' suggestions 'Practical' ideas and 'Real' love. Its genius is patience. It rarely forbids outright. It merely postpones ... Qualifies ... Entangles ... Obfuscates. It knows that a will deferred o

There is nothing accidental about this silence. It is curated as a weapon dressed as absence. To ghost another human being with intent is To exercise a Luciferian arrogance. It is the belief that one soul may simply Erase another without consequence or confession. It is wrath without declaration, Cruelty without fingerprints. The perpetrator vanishes, yet their damage metastasizes In the victim's mind indefinitely, which is precisely the design. They do not leave you grieving

You begin to forget who you were before them. The silence they weaponized taught you to shrink. Every room became a minefield, you learned to read the air before breathing it. Their voice replaced your own, until doubt felt more familiar than certainty. You isolated not because you wanted solitude, but because explaining the inexplicable exhausted you. You scanned faces, tones, and pauses for danger. You became a student of someone else's moods, a stranger to your own. The cr

We thought we loved them. But they definitely did not love us. Sometimes we enter relationships that Seem caring and helping, Even loving and lasting. But after a time, We discover that our significant other is Playing a dangerous and diabolical game with Our bodies, minds, hearts, and souls. What we were fooled into thinking was Dedication and determination, Even sacredness and safety, was really A malicious plan to trick us into Clinging to a perceived safe haven inside A c

What a trio they've been Taking their turns Denying their actions Reframing events Misdirecting priorities Dread-inducing tirades Demanding obedience Plotting an ignominious decline. It all began so simply, so quietly Feelings dismissed Thoughts doubted Mind questioned Heart damaged Love twisted Loyalty muddled Priorities confused. Then it worsened Belittling continued Apologies demanded Never valued Second guessed Future scrapped Confusion reigned Evidence destroyed. Their p

My Dear St. Thomais of Lesvos, you were pressured by your parents to marry and brutalized by your husband every day for 13 years (she...