i guess if you’re cool with…like women getting murdered 🤡✨📢

look.
if i can safely
talk about
what happened to me,

i do.
not because
i like reliving
the worst shit of my life,
nah.
but because
silence is how
this epidemic
keeps getting away
with fucking murder…
literally.

…

✨domestic violence ✨
isn’t some
quirky little relationship subplot.
it’s a full-blown
public health crisis
that kills people,
destroys families,
drains billions,
and shows up
in every system
from hospitals to courts to schools.

so yeah—
when survivors
talk about it publicly,
that’s not
“airing dirty laundry.”
that’s called
goddamn harm reduction.

every time
someone hears
“this happened to me,”
another person
learns the red flags,
another person
realizes “holy shit, that’s happening in my house too,”
another kid
understands their mom wasn’t crazy,
another friend
decides to check on someone,
another abuser
loses the power of secrecy.

i’m not
telling my story for vibes.
i’m telling it
because silence
is where abusers thrive,
and honestly?
if my voice
makes one person safer,
or one institution
finally wake the fuck up,
then yep—
honey.
i’ll keep talking.

—

that’s not bullshit.
✨that’s public service.✨