07/04/2025
I’ve been sitting with a lot of heavy feelings lately, especially watching all the stories come out about P. Diddy and how many women stayed silent for years. It hit me in the chest.
This… this is why women don’t speak up.
This is why we stay quiet.
Why we pretend we’re okay when we’re shattered inside.
Why we downplay what we went through, even to ourselves.
Because the world doesn’t make it safe to tell the truth.
What I went through with Michael was hard enough — the manipulation, the emotional damage, the way he broke me down and made me question my own worth. I still carry the weight of it. I can’t imagine surviving it and also being forced to keep it hidden just to protect him or avoid judgment from others. That’s a whole different level of trauma.
I just want to say:
To the women who are speaking out now —
To the ones who can’t speak but live with the pain —
To the ones who are still healing in silence —
I see you. I believe you. You are not alone.
And if nobody ever told you this before: what happened to you was not your fault. Your story matters. Your voice matters.
Even if it shakes when you use it. 🖤
And in case there is anyone out there that would like someone to just sit there and listen without judgment, criticism, or anything else you’ve had to endure already please just reach out to me. No one should have to carry that pain alone.
