About the Blog

Most of us can think back to a time when you felt uncomfortable, alone, or like you couldn't speak up. Well, now is your opportunity to speak up! The SIN BY SILENCE blog is an opportunity to share your anonymous stories, poetry, messages of hope and more. You never know if another reader will hear her own story mirrored in yours and know that she is not alone!

What’s a Survivor?

People still ask why didn’t you leave, or just get a divorce.  You’d think more than 25 years later that they’d realize or even get that doing either would NOT have stopped a lifetime of abuse.
Funny how it’s easier to blame the victim, than to offer help.
One must ask themselves if they put effort into […]

Evil is…

Evil is the father of destruction and unfathomable pain.
Evil will plant the seed of immorality, and his son will keep it nourished.
Evil is the beast more horrendous than the name itself or what it could represent.
Evil is the ever-present shadow that blocks the sun.
Evil thrives on what his son will do to me and others.
Evil […]

Never forget!

“In violence we forget who we are.”  ~  Mary McCarthy
Never forget that you are a woman of worth!  A woman that deserves respect!  A woman that needs love!

Incomplete

I was at one point under a circumstance that cost me a lot. Today I cannot say I am complete because I am missing two wonderful beings that I miss so much and that I won’t be able to see again.
If you have a situation where you can not get out ask for help and […]

Time Passes

I told my self I will try harder this time. This time would be different. This time things will change. I was wrong!
I want to stop. Stop everything. Stop beating my self up for a while. Sadly, time slips by. Too many fights, too many people waiting for […]

Should I call 911?

Being woken up by a couple yelling at each other in an apartment building isn’t something new. But, it was 3am and the way this woman kept crying and saying “stop” wouldn’t let me go back to sleep. For, over 30 minutes, I laid there listening and debating if I should call 911. […]

Childhood lost

I was 6 years old the first time I saw my mother being abused. My father was screaming at her, calling her names, telling her how she was a nothing woman who was lucky to have him. Even at that young age, I knew that what I was seeing was wrong. But I was taught […]

Unseen scars

Once upon a time there was a man whose presence evoked a fear in me that made me question who I was. Few know this part of my life, I am seen as a strong, opinionated woman and yet I was emotionally abused. When you are abused everything you do makes you […]