Trigger Warning: Me

You’re Not Alone

My life was never easy.

From a very young age, I survived things no child should ever have to face—sexual abuse, physical abuse, and so much more that I’ll share when I’m ready. These stories have shaped me. They’ve carved themselves into who I am, into the way I move through the world, and into the words I write.

This is your last warning:
If you’re not ready to look into the darker parts of someone else’s life—please, don’t go any further right now.
It’s okay if you’re not there yet.
It’s okay if reading this would be too much.

Looking into someone else’s pain—really looking—is hard. I don’t expect that from everyone.

I’m not writing this because I need to prove how strong I am, or because I think my story is more important than anyone else’s.
I’m writing this because I know how isolating it is to carry trauma like this.

We don’t wear our wounds tattooed on our skin.
We don’t bring them up in casual conversation.
So we have no idea who around us might be carrying the same weight—who might be like us. And that silence makes us feel like we’re the only ones. Like no one could understand.

But that’s a lie trauma tells.

You are not alone.
We are not alone.

If you’ve gone through anything like what I’ve been through—even if the details are different, even if your story isn’t finished yet—my hope is that something in my words might make you feel seen. Maybe even less alone.

I won’t promise comfort here.
But I will promise honesty.
And I will keep writing out loud—until the silence isn’t so loud anymore.

— Leigh