14/04/2026
The truth about āunmaskingā is that it usually starts with a funeral for the version of you that waited to be saved. šļøš„
After I just finished my last post about strength using a clip from Aliens 2, I ended in tears after recognising that Newt, the little girl, was me.
It hit a nerve I didnāt know was still raw.
It opened up the betrayal trauma of a little girl who waited for her family to step in. For her āprotectorsā to actually protect.
They didnāt.
They chose silence.
They chose ācomplianceā over my safety.
For 30 years, I taught the literature of fire about strong women while living in a āfreezeā response. I was the ānice girl,ā the āgood English teacher,ā the āmanageable woman.ā I stayed compliant because I was still waiting for someone to see I was drowning.
Iām done waiting.
Compliant women donāt heal because compliance is just a slow death of the soul.
My anger today is the roar of that little girl finally finding her voice. I am putting on the suit. I am securing the perimeter. I am the protector I never had. I am Ripley.
If youāre realising today that youāve been your only shieldāI see you.
Itās a heavy realization, but you arenāt alone anymore.
The rebellion is here. š¦¾āØ