Every Word Is True

Every story you read here happened. Every word is true.

But truth and exposure are not the same thing.

I have changed the names. I have moved the places. I have left out the details that could lead anyone back to the people in these stories: a job, a street, a scar, a habit that only those close to them would recognise.

Some of them hurt me deeply. Some of them I still think about at night. None of them will be named here.

Because if I used this space to expose them, to shame them, to take from them what they took from me, I would be exactly like the people I despise. I would become the very thing these letters are written against.

This is not a place for revenge. It is a place for honesty, for healing, and for the kindness I keep asking the world to show us.

So if you think you recognise someone, you are only seeing your own story in mine. And that is exactly why I write.