I started my Substack in June this year. With the hopes that I would take off, and my true talents would begin to carry my livelihood. The Great Escape from the service industry! Perhaps a bit naive, but I view it as manifesting. I gave up for a short few weeks to be transparent, I fell down the rabbit hole of my own past traumas - leading me to discover insidious roots I previously missed in therapy. I started filming on Tik Tok as a way to at least use my sexual assault for inspiration and a safe space for fellow survivors to speak on their experiences. It took off, I’ve surpassed one million views… collectively within the playlist I’m almost at two. Do I find it unfortunate I found the “spotlight” via this darkness? A bit. But I am honored at the same time. I found my niche, and I love it with all my heart.
I didn’t feel right, using this new found viewership as a way to gain success financially. But that’s not fair at the end of the day. I do deserve what I got stolen from me. So I shall continue to create safe spaces, as those fulfill me and I know success follows simple greatness. I’m back on my writing game, and I hope everyone who stumbles upon this post find solace within a word or two.
Thank you for seeing me, and helping me help all of us. I love you. ♡
You are brave and vulnerable. You are lighting the way.
Thank you for your bravery and courage!