The Power of Speaking the Unspoken.

There’s a sacredness in sitting with your mother and your daughter, three generations of women, each holding stories—some told, some tucked away. Recently, I had the profound experience of recording an open conversation with my mother and daughter. What began as a dialogue became a divine unraveling. A space where we laid down old wounds, picked up mirrors, and chose truth over silence. It was tender, it was raw, and it was deeply healing.

For many of us, family conversations don’t always go beneath the surface. We stay safe. We skirt around the things that hurt or confused us growing up. We swallow our stories, thinking it’s better not to stir the pot. But silence, while comfortable, doesn’t heal. It hardens.

What I learned through this experience is that healing is not just about the individual. It’s communal. It’s generational. When one voice opens, others feel the courage to follow. When one person chooses honesty, it signals to the rest: you’re safe here too.

We talked about things we’d all carried in our own way—regret, shame, misunderstandings, longing. My mother spoke truths I hadn’t heard before. My daughter shared her perspective as a young mother. I witnessed the echoes of my own childhood in her words and realized that the healing I’ve done is already reaching her, and by extension, my grandchildren.

But here’s what struck me most: we don’t need to wait for someone to pass away to honor their story or to share our own. We don’t need a funeral to gather, or a crisis to open up. We can make the choice to sit down, today, while we still have the chance.

These conversations don’t need to be perfect. There will be moments of discomfort. Tears may come. You may not get all the answers you seek. But in showing up with honesty and love, you begin to untangle the knots that have been passed down. You offer yourself and your lineage something priceless: the possibility of a new pattern.

I believe in the power of voice. For years, I lost mine—quieted by circumstance, responsibility, and fear. But reclaiming it has allowed me to not only speak, but listen. Really listen. And that’s just as much a part of healing. Listening without defense. Speaking without blame. Sitting in the tension, and then letting it soften.

If you’re reading this, maybe you’ve been thinking about having a hard conversation. Maybe you’ve avoided it for years. Maybe you’re afraid of what it might uncover. I understand that. But I also know the freedom on the other side of it. You don’t have to have all the right words. You just have to bring an open heart.

Start with a question. Share a memory. Say, “Can we talk?” Let the rest unfold.

We have the power to change the narrative—not just for ourselves, but for our children, and their children. We can leave behind more than trauma. We can leave behind blueprints of repair, resilience, and reconciliation.

May we all be brave enough to begin.

🎧 Listen to the conversation between my mom, my daughter and myself on my podcast, 10 Dimensions of Wellness here. We speak candidly about motherhood, forgiveness, and what it means to heal together.

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Let’s keep healing forward—together.

💕M.