28. 🗣 Thou Shalt Not Be Silent Anymore

Because silence was the devil’s favorite verse—
and I’m done being the choir girl for my own erasure.

They called it reverence.
I called it repression.

They said, “Let go and let God.”
But what they meant was:
“Shut up and smile while you bleed.”

💔 Reverence Shouldn’t Hurt

They taught me to be quiet.
To bow my head, not raise my voice.
To keep the peace at the cost of my own pulse.

They didn’t call it shame.
They called it obedience.
But every time I stayed silent to protect their image of “God,”
a piece of me went missing.

📖 A New Commandment, Written in Scar Tissue

This is not sacrilege.
This is scripture for the silenced.
And it starts with this line:

Thou shalt not be silent anymore.

Not for:

• The comfort of others
  
• The illusion of unity
  
• The preservation of institutions built on hush
  

🧠 Psychological + Spiritual Insight:

• Spiritual silencing is a common form of trauma, especially in high-control religious environments.
  
• “Respect” is often weaponized to maintain hierarchy, not healing.
  
• Reclaiming voice is a form of nervous system reactivation—a return to agency.
  
• Sacredness doesn’t require silence. It demands truth.
  

🙏 For the Ones Who Were Told “Don’t Speak That Here”

This is for:

• The ones who held their breath in pews
  
• The ones who cried behind Bibles
  
• The ones who wanted to scream, but settled for stomach aches
  
• The ones who mistook suppression for spirituality
  
• The ones who are ready to make noise that echoes in heaven
  

💬 Final Reflection:

I used to think reverence meant shrinking.
Now I know:
Reverence without truth is just fear in a choir robe.

God doesn’t need my silence.
He needs my honesty.
And if divinity can’t handle my voice,
it was never divine to begin with.

🧨 Closing Hook:

So here’s my eleventh commandment:
Thou. Shalt. Not. Be. Silent. Anymore.
Because holy doesn’t mean hushed—
it means healed enough to speak.