Background

After a great deal of thought and reflection, I've made the decision to make the diary I've kept over the past few months public.

Over the next week, I'll be revisiting my entries from Penzu and sharing them here, bringing those private moments into a more open space.

This was not an easy decision, but it's one I feel deeply compelled to make—for a few reasons.

First, the truth about what has happened to my family deserves to be told. Too much has been twisted, and too many untruths have been left unchallenged.

Second, I need to release what I've been carrying. These past few months have been the most painful and overwhelming of my life. My family has been torn apart—under the guise of faith and religion—and I can no longer hold that inside.

Some of what I share may be hard to process—or even to believe. That's why I've documented it: I've kept detailed notes, saved text chains, and recorded voice memos of conversations. I also recently found my childhood diary from 1989, and when relevant, I'll include excerpts and photos from its pages to support what I share.

Finally, to those who will say this comes from bitterness: it doesn't—it’s clarity. And I am not responsible for protecting someone’s image when they had no problem harming my family. Sometimes the truth only sounds harsh because someone benefited from the silence.