I am silenced, trapped in a world that refuses to hear my suffering.

My voice has value, and there are attentive ears to listen to me.

Nobody cares what I have to say, my words change nothing.

Every word spoken with authenticity can open doors and transform things.

Je n’ai plus le droit à la parole, mon passé m’a condamné à me taire.

My story belongs to me and I have the legitimate right to tell it.

Others know better than me, my opinion doesn't count.

My point of view, my experience, and my judgment are of real importance.

The fear of being judged prevents me from opening my mouth; I prefer to disappear.

Expressing who I am is an act of freedom, not a fatal risk.

I feel illegitimate, I don't have the words to express what I feel.

My emotions and thoughts deserve to be expressed, simply as they are.

I'm afraid of bothering people, I prefer to swallow my needs and my limits.

Setting my boundaries and saying what I need is a sign of respect for myself.

I no longer dare to assert my rights; they always end up silencing me.

I have a position to fill and my word can tip the scales.

I am too weak to make my voice heard in the face of others and institutions.

Courage begins where fear tries to silence me.

Life has taught me to bow my head and accept oblivion.

I carry within me the strength to break the silence and finally make myself heard.