The ones called to protect me turned their backs. The place I called refuge-a church-became a prison of silence. And I lived in that silence for thirty-six years.

For decades, I was told to keep quiet, to protect the church's image, to forgive and forget. I obeyed that command in fear, not in faith. I wept in private, served without complaint, traveled and travailed-quietly. I stayed silent to preserve the name of a man who used God's name as a shield for manipulation.

But I can't stay silent any longer.

I wrote this book for anyone who's ever questioned their own voice because a leader told them they couldn't hear from God without their affirmation. For every believer who stayed too long in a toxic church because they feared disobeying God. For every soul that mistook manipulation for mentorship.

This book is a survival guide and a call to action.
It's an invitation to heal.
And it's proof that God still restores.