Survivor Truths Series
Raw. Unfiltered. Unapologetic.
This isn’t a healing story tied up in a bow.
This is the real, bleeding truth of what it means to survive abuse — physical, sexual, emotional, spiritual — and still be standing.
These posts aren’t from the finish line. They’re from the battlefield.
Written in the messy middle. Told by a woman still healing, still remembering, and still fighting for her soul.
ARC ONE: The Abuse They Wanted Me to Stay Silent About
Post #1: Surviving Abuse That Tried to Break Me
The beginning of my truth. The abuse started young — and it wasn’t strangers. It was the ones closest to me. This post breaks the silence for good.
Post #2: Surviving Abuse From the Ones Who Were Supposed to Protect Me
When the very people meant to keep you safe are the ones who destroy you, it rewires your soul. This is what that pain really looks like.
Post #3: Surviving Abuse in a House That Was Never Safe
There were no safe corners, no gentle arms, no peaceful nights. The house I grew up in was the trauma. And it never let up.
Post #4: Surviving Abuse in a World That Didn’t Want to See It
Neighbors. Family. Teachers. They saw the signs. They said nothing. This post exposes the silence that protected the abusers and failed me.
Post #5: Surviving Abuse That Never Really Ended
Just because the physical part stopped didn’t mean the trauma did. It kept bleeding into my adult life. Into my relationships. Into everything.
Post #6: Surviving Abuse That Everyone Else Forgot
I remembered. They didn’t. Or they chose not to. This one is for every survivor still carrying the weight of what others refuse to acknowledge.
Post #7: Surviving Abuse and Choosing to Break the Cycle
I didn’t get to raise my kids from a healed place. But I’m damn sure not repeating what was done to me. This is what cycle-breaking really looks like.
Post #8: I’m Still In It — But I’m Not Staying Silent Anymore
I’m not healed yet. But I’m done being quiet. This post is for every survivor who’s still figuring it out but refuses to hide anymore.
🕳️ ARC TWO: The Spiritual War They Never Told Us About
Post #9: Surviving Spiritual Attacks That Started in Childhood
While I was being abused in the physical, I was also being hunted in the spiritual. This post tells the truth about what was in the room with me.
Post #10: Surviving Demonic Attacks During Sexual Trauma
It wasn’t just human hands harming me. Something darker was feeding off it. This is the post most people are too afraid to write — but I did.
Post #11: Surviving the Moment the Attacks Stopped — and Realizing Why
The silence after the attacks wasn’t peace — it was proof they’d finished what they came to do. That’s when I knew: I had been spiritually infested.
Post #12: Surviving the Infestation and Fighting to Get My Soul Back
What happens when they get inside you? When the battle moves inward? This post is about spiritual cleanup and the war to reclaim my soul.
Post #13: Surviving the Guilt of Not Being the Mom I Wanted to Be
I didn’t raise my kids from a healed place. And the guilt of that is a grief I still carry. This post speaks to every mother trying to make peace with her past.
Post #14: I’m Still In It — But I’m Not Staying Silent Anymore
Not healed. Not done. But no longer quiet. This truth is for every survivor who’s finally choosing their voice, even in the middle of the storm.
Post #15: When Trauma Taught Me to Play Dead
I wasn’t strong — I was frozen. Playing dead became my survival instinct. This post cracks open the truth behind that silence and who it protected.
Post #16: When I Realized I Was Groomed to Be Powerless
It wasn’t just abuse — it was grooming. I was trained to stay small. This post calls it what it was and burns the shame off it.
Post #17: Surviving the War for My Mind, My Body, and My Spirit
This wasn’t just childhood trauma. This wasn’t just spiritual attack. This was an all-out war. Targeted. Strategic. Ruthless.
Post #18: The Rage No One Wants to Talk About
The fury that lives inside survivors isn’t evil — it’s honest. This post holds space for the real, raw rage that healing sometimes demands we face.
Post #19: The Day I Finally Let Myself Cry
Not just a few tears — I mean soul-breaking, floor-shaking, body-emptying grief. This post is about the first time I stopped pretending I was fine.
Post #20: The Day I Chose to Live — and Meant It
This post isn’t about a miracle moment. It’s about the slow, fierce decision to live again — not for anyone else, but for me.
What’s Coming Next…
The story’s far from over. These next truths are on the way:
- Surviving the Demon in My Bedroom
- Surviving the Silence of My Own Mind
- Surviving the Pressure to Forgive
- Surviving The Days I Didn’t Want to Live
- Surviving Religious Trauma While Searching for God
- Surviving the Versions of Me That Trauma Created
- And more…
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You don’t need to be healed to tell your truth.
You just need to be done being silent.
Whether you’re still bleeding or barely crawling out — if this series speaks to you, stay close. This is for us.
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