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My Story – mariah

We met back in 2016, young and naive only 19. Not many people talk about the violence in the lgbtq community so i was completely unprepared for the 3 year nightmare i endured. it started with verbal/emotional abuse then slowly but surely got to the point of it being physical. physical in a sense of strangulation, punching, slapping.. the usual. Her parents were well aware of what their daughter was capable of as she had been that way with her own mother.. but of course i was alone. she truly built me up to break me down and made me feel like no one else in the world cared for me. i tried to take my own life a couple times and failed. she said i should’ve tried harder. eventually i defended myself and she of course didn’t like that and has since painted me as the one who was “crazy”. finally the chains broke and it ended in 2019. over the last few years i’ve made it my mission to bring more awareness to the violence that goes unnoticed in the lgbtq community with my podcast “Becoming The Butterfly” on spotify. i’ve taken my voice back and have chosen to share my story to hopefully help others. i know i’ll never heal from what i went through and i won’t get the satisfaction of my abuser facing consequences but i know i can manage the pain of it all and save others all at the same time. becoming the butterfly wasn’t just my mission, becoming the butterfly is my journey after dealing with such darkness. and here i am to say no one will break me down like that ever again.

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