A child. Abused. Pregnant. And forced to give birth. If that’s called protection, we need to ask—who are we really protecting?

It’s no longer just a song I relate to, it’s a song I get to stand up and own.

Sometimes losing the person who tried to control you is the first step toward finding yourself again.

“Sometimes a song finds you when you’re hurting - and then years later it finds you again to remind you how far you’ve come.”

Water slowed my racing heart long before I knew I was having panic attacks. My body knew how to survive before I had words.

You are not invisible. Even in the dark, your story matters. You will be found.