the shit was a ✨setup✨

babe,
you’re not a—
✨perpetual victim
just because
you’ve actually—
seen some shit.

that’s propaganda. 😐✨

✶

💡based on—facts

when you grow up in dv,
you don’t “grow up.”
yo—you just fucking age.

and then one day,
you’re in another
dv situation✨
or raped
or financially obliterated
by someone
you trusted,
and suddenly
everyone’s like:

“have you considered that maybe you’re just… the problem?”

😑😐😑

“why do you let this happen?”
“why didn’t you leave?”
“why are you always the victim?”

and you’re like
babe.
this wasn’t a fucking choice.

this was a trap.
a setup.

here’s the fucking deal:

when you grow up
in a house
that's a literal
violent shitshow, ✨
your nervous system
is wrecked from jump.
you think
chaos is love
and
silence is abandonment.
your body's out here
chasing danger
like it's
a fucking dopamine hit—
sounds entertaining, right?

then you hit adulthood
and—
🔁✨ surprise—
you land in another fucking
violent-ass situation✨
or worse,
and suddenly you're
"dramatic,"
"crazy,"
"a liar."
even people
you love
look you
dead in your eyes
and call you
fucking nuts✨
for speaking up.

!!!
when the other
option was:
✔ get fucked?
✔ stay down?
✔ play dead?

👉🙄👈

here's the truth, babe:

this was never
your fucking fault.

let’s do the math real quick:

1 in 3 women
abused as kids
get their asses beat again as adults.
if you have 4+ ACEs
(that’s adverse childhood experiences, baby):

✘ you're 7x more likely
to be raped or sexually assaulted
✘ 5x more likely to try killing yourself
✘ 3x more likely to
end up with someone who hurts you
✘ and way fucking more likely
to struggle with
✘ PTSD,
✘ depression,
✘ anxiety,
✘ addiction,
✘ chronic illness—
✘✘✘ all the hits.

this isn’t
a vibe check,
bitch.
it's straight science.

because trauma
rewires your fucking brain:

💔 your amygdala's hyperactive: everything feels like danger.
💔 your prefrontal cortex doesn't know shit: you miss every red flag waving in your face.
💔 your hippocampus shrinks: memory loss, dissociation, zero cause-and-effect recognition.

and your attachment system?
completely fucked.

so you chase danger,
thinking it's love.
and abusers
smell that trauma
like blood in the fucking water.
they know you're
easy prey:
you probably come
from a
broken home—
no fucking backup.
🙃✨🔪

you freeze,
you appease,
you think cruelty
is your punishment
and rage is your fault.

so let me ask you something: 🤡🪞

do you think
if i came from
a family
that actually
fucking cared,
someone wouldn't
have noticed 🙃🔪
when my husband
was financially
fucking annihilating me?
do you think
if i had
people around me—
friends,
siblings,
anyone fucking
paying attention—
he'd have gotten away with
giving me
fucking black eyes,
splitting my fucking lip,
bashing my fucking face?
😑👍
do you think
if i had
a daddy’s lawyer
on speed dial
or a support system
that wasn't
fucking embarrassed by me,
i'd look this
"crazy" now?

fuck no.

i'm the fucking
poster child✨
of neglect
and domestic decay.
of course
i look insane
standing alone.

bro—
my naive-ass
realizing
✋😃
a whole-ass
financial fucking firm
endorsed him.
knew about
the restraining order
and fucking
mocked me anyway.
yo—they laughed
as they disclosed
conflicts of interest
that could’ve
gotten me fucking killed. ✨🤷‍♀️💀

lol, i’m not dramatic—
i’m the goddamn fucking statistic.

repetition
doesn't mean
you're lying.
it means
you're living
exactly
what the data predicted.
it means
your trauma
is fucking textbook.

because guess what? 😐💭

→ abusers target unhealed trauma.
→ abuse survivors get targeted again and again.
→ if no one protected you as a kid,
you’ll barely know how to protect yourself as an adult.

it’s not attraction.
it’s trauma on autopilot.

breaking the cycle
isn’t cute
self-care bullshit.
it’s fucking ugly,
painful fucking work.

let’s be clear:

you weren't dramatic.
you weren't imagining shit.
you weren't lying.

you were trained
to think pain
was normal.

you’re not broken—
✨you were never fucking safe.

but now
you see the trap.

now you know.

now you get to go break that shit.
🫶🏻🥹❤️‍🩹