Part 2: Leaving One Cage and Walking Into Another
By the time I left my family’s home, I had no savings, three jobs, and zero understanding of how to identify abuse. Two weeks later, I’d moved in with my first boyfriend—who became my next abuser. Here’s Part 2 of my story.
Because silence is what they count on
This blog isn’t just a space for personal reflection—it’s a declaration. A refusal to be erased. It is the beginning of a louder, unrelenting fight for change.
Rooted in Survival – Part 1: Born Into Grief, Raised Into Control
I wasn’t born into safety. I was born into the ashes of my sister.