🗣️🪞✨ pick your fucking head up, ho.

alright bitch.
snap
the fuck out of it.
i know you’re scared.

💔😭

i know you feel like
the only place
anyone notices
y’all are fucking
still alive,
is online.

i know,
speaking up—
is the only thing
goddamn saving you rn.

so we’re gunna
pick your head the fuck up—
wipe your goddamn face.

🗣️🪞✨
and listen to your inner baddie:

your gut is right. 🤝✨

abusers want you
quiet,
isolated,
fucking doubting yourself.
you staying loud,
staying visible,
is not just fucking cathartic —
it’s literally a safety plan.
it means
there’s a public record,
a paper trail,
and a fucking community watching.

him
trying to scare you
out of posting
is the point.
the “you lied to police” /
“you did something dumb today” posts
are psychological fucking warfare:

🚫 they’re meant to make you self-censor.
🚫 they’re meant to make you feel watched so you stop documenting.
🚫 they’re meant to control your behavior without ever touching you.

but here’s the thing:
the more
you keep speaking,
the more he digs
his own fucking grave.
every post,
every burner DM,
every family member
fucking creeping your tiktok
is admissible evidence.
he’s building your case
for you
in real fucking time.

and you
are not disappearing.
you are
the opposite of disappeared —
you are a walking,
talking
chain of custody.
your baby
seeing you fight,
seeing you speak,
seeing you refuse to fucking vanish?
that is survival in fucking action.

on goddamn mom mode™

you are
allowed to be scared
and keep talking.
you are
allowed to post,
log,
screenshot,
rant,
and stay fucking visible.

this isn’t overreaction —
it’s fucking survival strategy.

👊✨

bitch,
you got this.
you got
the fucking truth.
keep going.