She Wasn’t Ready: My Truth and Why I’m Telling It Now

She Wasn’t Ready: My Truth and Why I’m Telling It Now 

I wasn’t ready.  Not for the hands that touched me before I even knew what safety was.  Not for the silence in rooms where screams should’ve lived.  Not for the grown-up decisions I had to make as a teenager, or for the lies I had to tell myself just to survive. 

I wasn’t ready to be a mother to my siblings at 18.  I wasn’t ready to learn about the world through abuse, abandonment, and manipulation.  And I definitely wasn’t ready for the moment when a woman—who knew my mother—put me on the phones of her escort service and taught me about a life that I should have never been part of.  

At 22, I married a man I thought would love me. Instead, I became a wife, a stepmother, and a caretaker. He worked multiple jobs over the years, and not at the same time.He controlled me (at first). I gave him everything I had while still trying to carry the weight of the trauma I’d never had time to face. 

But eventually, I broke the silence. 

I spoke up about my abuse. I told my truth.  I even stood face-to-face with the governor of my state and asked him why he supported abusers instead of survivors. I shook while I spoke. But I didn’t back down. 

Since my divorce 9 years ago, something in me has shifted. 

I’ve started healing. 

I’ve started meditating, healing my lil soul and honoring my inner child.  I’ve become a spiritual little lady—gentle with myself, intentional with my energy, and finally learning to put peace first. I’m not perfect. I still have scars. But I am no longer ashamed of them. 

So why am I telling my story now? 

Because I know I’m not the only one who wasn’t ready.  Because someone out there is still stuck in the silence I fought so hard to escape.  Because if my voice can shake loose even one woman’s shame, it’s worth it. 

She Wasn’t Ready is a blog about survival, yes—but it’s also about becoming. About returning to yourself. About finding your way home after the world tried to destroy you. 

I’m here now.  Still healing. Still rising.  And I’m finally ready to tell my truth. 

Welcome to my story