⚠️ this isn’t ✨“vibes-based coping”✨ thanks

ok but

this isn’t ✨“vibes-based coping”✨.
it’s neurologically-backed stabilization.

…

talking out loud about abuse
is not the same thing as harassing someone.
✨ documenting your life is not stalking.
✨ telling the truth is not violence.

—

it’s called
processing trauma in real time.
and yeah —
there’s research behind it.

🔥🗑️

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why this is actually healthy (no cap lol)

writing shit down —
even angrily,
even sarcastically —
is how your brain
stops replaying it
on fucking loop.

basic trauma science.

🧂🫣

also:
abuse thrives in silence.
full fucking stop.
isolation is literally
part of the control strategy.
so when survivors
go public
and find community,
that’s not “attention-seeking.”

that’s breaking goddamn containment.

✨🧠✨

—

and yeah,
other survivors

see it and go:

“oh shit. that happened to me too.”

💥😔💥

that’s not toxic.
that’s how people
stop thinking
they’re fucking crazy.

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what i’m NOT doing

(since y’all love to imply it)

let me spell this out like
i’m talking to my toddler.

🚫 i’m not threatening anyone
🚫 i’m not contacting anyone
🚫 i’m not tagging anyone
🚫 i’m not sending people to anyone’s job OR SCHOOLS
🚫 i’m not posting addresses, schedules, or private contact info
🚫 i’m not asking followers to do a damn thing

😦😶‍🌫️🫣

when something
fucked up happens
and everyone tells you
to be quiet,
move on,
heal privately,
or ✨“let it go,” ✨

nah.

your brain doesn’t
magically calm down.
it rots.
quietly.
alone.

and that’s when shit
actually gets dangerous.

so no —
i’m not scream-posting.
i’m narrating my own life
before someone else lies about it.

😶✨💫

—

writing it out =
my brain not short-circuiting

putting trauma into words
helps because
it turns chaos
into something organized.

—

otherwise
your head just keeps
replaying the same shit.

writing isn’t about
“venting feelings.”
it’s about:

💖 naming patterns
💖 connecting dots
💖 remembering what actually happened
💖 and reminding yourself you’re not crazy

that’s not hedonistic.
that’s basic mental health.

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why some of us
go public:

(and no, it’s not for attention)

ipV isolates people.
that’s literally part of the abuse.
so when your
private world gets nuked,
sometimes
public is the only place
left to breathe.

posting your story can:

🦄 connect you to people who’ve been through the same shit
🦄 help other survivors recognize red flags faster
🦄 break the gaslighting loop of “maybe it wasn’t that bad”

…

and before
anyone bullshits “oversharing” —
let’s be honest.
what actually makes people
uncomfortable
isn’t the sharing.
it’s the violent truth.

—

anyone who’s actually dealt
with abuse knows:
safety matters.

so yeah:

🌈 i don’t post real-time locations
🌈 i delay posts
🌈 i never post private contact details
🌈 i never posted a kid

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so let’s recap—

💔 talking about abuse ≠ harassing your abuser.
💔 documenting ≠ stalking.
💔 telling the truth ≠ actual fucking violence.

because here’s the thing:

✨ people who are safe don’t panic when survivors talk. 💫
✨ people who are clean don’t fear timelines. 💫
✨ people who did nothing wrong don’t freak out at documentation. 💫

🤯😩😫

my public expression
isn’t violence.

silencing survivors is.