From Silence to Speaking Out: My Conversation with Savannah Chrisley

It’s been a minute.

Actually, it’s been over a year since I’ve written a blog and months since I’ve shown up consistently on social media. Not because I didn’t have anything to say—but because I needed to be still. To get quiet. To re-center.

In a world that thrives on noise, I’ve been choosing peace. Purpose. And alignment.

There came a point where I had to ask myself why I was doing what I was doing. Was it for applause? For validation? For likes, shares, or to keep up with an algorithm that didn’t even know my name? Or was it because my story—my truth—was meant to mean something? To do something?

So I pulled back.

Not to disappear, but to reconnect. With myself. With my why. With my heart.

And now, here I am—slowly stepping back into the world with clearer intentions, purer motives, and a deeper sense of responsibility to how I show up.

Now for the big news!

I had the incredible opportunity to sit down with Savannah Chrisley for her podcast, Unlocked. (Yes, that’s the name—how divine is that? A podcast called Unlocked… you can’t make this up.)

Let me tell you—when I met Savannah, it felt like sitting across from my own daughter. Young, bold, passionate, and standing in a storm that most grown folks would crumble under. But instead of folding, she’s fighting. She’s using her voice. And not just for herself or her family—but for all of us impacted by the justice system.

She’s advocating. She’s learning. She’s evolving. And she’s doing the work.

And y’all… that work is not easy. But it is necessary.

Our conversation was honest. Real. Healing, even. We talked about her parents, about Julie—who I met in a place no one would expect: prison.

Yep. That’s where our paths crossed. Two women from different worlds, connected in a very unlikely place. But what grew between us was something that couldn’t be caged.

Julie Chrisley poured into me in moments when I didn’t have much to give. She reminded me of grace, of dignity, of faith. And I like to think I reminded her of her own strength. Of her voice. Of her light, even in the darkest of places.

It’s strange, isn’t it? The way life brings people together. The way pain becomes the common thread that weaves connection, humanity, and sisterhood.

This blog marks a moment. Not just my return to writing, but my first time speaking publicly about my relationship with Julie. About the woman I met behind the headlines. About the daughter, Savannah, who refuses to stay silent.

I’m proud of her. So proud.

And I’m grateful—grateful for the platform, for the space to speak, and for the reminder that our stories are not for us to hoard, but to share.

To the ones who’ve followed my journey from the beginning—thank you. To the new ones just finding me—welcome.

There’s more to come. But for now, this is me—showing up. On purpose. With purpose.

And from here on out, I’m not just free. I’m walking in it.

With love and freedom,

Sharita