I didn’t want to do this.

I didn’t want to share this part of my life with the world.

But right now… I don’t really have a choice.

I was one of the underage girls featured in the docuseries Trust Me: The False Prophet.

And ever since it was released, it feels like my past has been ripped open and put on display for everyone to see.

I’ve spent years trying to move forward.

To rebuild myself.

To become someone I’m proud of.

And I did that.

But now… it feels like all of that has been shaken.

Lately, it’s been hard to do simple things—

leave the house, be around people, feel normal.

I feel exposed.

I feel ashamed.

I feel like parts of my life that were never meant to be public… suddenly belong to everyone.

And the hardest part?

It’s not just what happened back then.

It’s how it’s being relived now.

I never wanted to be seen as “that girl.”

Weak. Naive. Broken.

Because that’s not who I am.

But it still hurts in ways I can’t fully explain.

I’ve always tried to be strong.

To focus on healing, not the pain.

To move forward, not look back.

But right now… I need help doing that.

I need space to breathe.

To process.

To feel like myself again.

Something as simple as getting away for a little while—being near the ocean, journaling, sitting in the sun, remembering that life is still good—would mean everything to me.

I want to heal the right way.

Not just push it down and pretend I’m okay.

On top of everything, I’ve also been dealing with health issues. I was diagnosed with an autoimmune condition last year, and it’s made it really hard to stay consistent with work. Between doctor visits, hospital stays, and medical bills, things have become overwhelming.

I’m asking for help so I can:

• Take time to step away and reset

• Cover medical expenses

• Stay afloat while I get back on my feet

If you’ve read this far—thank you.

Even being seen and heard right now means more than I can explain.

And if you’re able to support or share… I will never take that for granted.