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

Telling my mom about the abuse I endured was the hardest conversation of my life, but breaking the silence was part of healing.

Some of the people who help us survive are the ones who quietly raise us up.

For years I couldn't say it. Today I can: I was groomed. Naming the truth is how silence breaks and awareness begins.

Even when someone tried to take my power, the truth remained - I belonged to myself.

During some of my hardest years, her music reminded me I wasn’t powerless.