05/26/2026
Vida green on Facebook 👇🏽👇🏽
“Today, I am choosing to speak because the silence is becoming heavier than the pain itself. I have carried this burden quietly for far too long, trying to survive something that has shattered me emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.
There were moments I convinced myself to stay silent, to bury it, to pretend it never happened, but the weight of it continues to consume me from within.
Someone I loved deeply, trusted completely, and allowed into my life violated that trust in the most devastating way imaginable. This was someone who promised to protect me, support me, and stand beside me. Instead, he caused me unimaginable pain. He sexually assaulted and r***d me multiple times, despite my repeated pleas for him to stop.
After recovering from an illness and surgery that many people around me were aware of, I had explained clearly that I was still healing physically and emotionally. I told him I was not ready to be sexually active because I needed time to recover from my surgery scars and regain my strength. At first, he appeared understanding. I believed him. I trusted him.
But when I least expected it, that trust was broken violently.
He tore my clothes, ripped my underwear, bruised and bit me, forcing himself on me while I begged him to stop. I showed him my surgery scars through tears, hoping he would see my pain and humanity, hoping he would care enough to stop hurting me. He did not stop. I cried like a child because, in that moment, I genuinely thought I was going to die.
For a long time, I remained silent because I was terrified. Terrified that no one would believe me. Terrified that people would blame me instead. I feared hearing the same cruel questions survivors are often forced to endure:
“Why did you go there?”
“Why did you trust him?”
“Someone like him could never do that.”
I feared being judged more than being protected.
So I tried to suppress it. I tried convincing myself it was not real. I told myself maybe if I ignored it long enough, the memories would disappear and life would return to normal.
I wanted desperately for it to feel like a nightmare I could eventually wake up from. But trauma does not disappear simply because we silence it. It lingers. It follows you into your sleep, your thoughts, your body, and your daily existence.
This experience has deeply affected my mental health. I feel emotionally exhausted, disconnected from myself, unable to sleep, unable to function normally, and trapped in a constant state of numbness and survival. Some days, I feel like I am existing rather than living.
I am speaking today not because it is easy, but because remaining silent is destroying me. I deserve to tell my truth. I deserve to be heard. And no amount of manipulation, status, charm, or public perception should ever erase the reality of what was done to me.
If anything happens to me, let it be known that I spoke my truth. “
