A Warning About What You’re Going to Read

The stories I tell are horrific, disturbing, and psychologically brutal. I don’t soften them, because the truth doesn’t help anyone if it’s watered down. You will be horrified. And then, sometimes, you’ll laugh — not because the abuse is funny, but because the sheer weirdness and surreal nature of what happened crosses the line into dark, nervous laughter.

You’ll find yourself thinking, “How did this even happen to a real person?” The answer is simple: it did. To me. I’m okay now — and that’s the only reason I can tell it this way.

And let me drop one bomb here: have you ever heard of someone being abused with food as a weapon? Not overeating, not bad diet — but food used to control, punish, and break a person down. That alone you may find “interesting” from the outside. I lived it from the inside. I will share it so you don’t become me — one foot in the grave, with no words for what’s being done to you.