Becca and I decided to post the voice memo online, knowing that it might reach others who had felt the same way—even if just one person heard my story and felt less alone, it would be worth it. Within hours, the post gained traction. Messages of support flooded in from around the world. People shared their own experiences, creating a tapestry of resilience and empowerment. It was overwhelming in the best of ways, and slowly, the sadness and betrayal began to transform into something else: strength.

The support gave me the courage to confront my parents directly. I called a family meeting, insisting on a conversation that couldn’t be ignored. When they entered the room, I held myself high, determined not to let them see the hurt they had caused.