Part 5 – He Thought Silence Would Save Him
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Editor’s Note: This piece was written in the earliest days of my awakening — before the Holy Spirit refined my discernment and transformed my reactions. I am sharing it exactly as it was written to honour the journey. This is the unprocessed voice that reveals what God later healed.
At first, I waited for a response.
Not because I needed one —
but because some part of me thought,
Surely… surely now he’ll say something.
Surely now, when the truth is on the table,
when the mask has slipped,
when the patterns have been exposed…
he’ll speak.
He’ll step up.
He’ll defend.
He’ll apologise.
He’ll do something.
But no.
What I got was radio silence.
Nothing.
No correction.
No explanation.
No rebuttal.
No attempt to clarify or salvage even a shred of integrity.
And that’s when it hit me, sharp and clean as a blade:
He thought silence would save him.
He thought that by disappearing,
he could preserve whatever pride he had left.
That avoiding confrontation meant avoiding consequence.
That his absence would somehow neutralise the truth.
But what he didn’t realise
was that his silence didn’t protect him.
It exposed him.
It confirmed every instinct I had.
It validated every boundary I drew.
It made the truth undeniable.
Because here’s the thing:
Men who are misunderstood… speak.
Men who have good intentions… show them.
Men who value you… fight for clarity.
But he?
He vanished.
And in disappearing, he screamed louder than any paragraph he could have typed:
“You were right about me all along.”
Silence didn’t save him.
It sentenced him.
Not with drama.
Not with fury.
But with simple, quiet certainty.
I didn’t lose a thing.
But he?
He lost the woman who saw straight through him —
and still gave him the chance to rise.
And that
was the real consequence.
Reflection (Written After the Holy Spirit Began Transforming Me):
Reading this now, I can see the emotional rawness that still shaped my voice in the beginning. But I can also see how God used this very moment to reveal my patterns, awaken my discernment, and teach me that silence — on both sides — can be a teacher. What felt like rejection became redirection. What felt like confirmation of his character became revelation about my own value.
This was part of the breaking that made room for healing.
With fire and grace,
This message carries fire. Pass it on. 👇🏻
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Victoria Player is an emerging prophetic voice, spiritual disruptor, and single mother based in the UK. She is the founder of Daughter of Thunder—a raw, Spirit-led platform for awakening women and equipping the remnant. After walking through decades of emotional abuse, loss, and dismantling, Victoria now shares her unfiltered journey of healing, calling, and consecration. Through her writing, she calls the hidden ones out of silence and into bold, holy purpose.
