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Late 2022

Subtle unease turned into real concern.  What started as small red flags slowly built into a pattern we could'nt ignore.  I kept notes, I asked questions, and we tried to do the right thing — even when it was hard.

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Mid 2023

The situation deepened.  Raising concerns didn't bring protection; it brought disbelief.  I kept being told things that just didn't sit right.  People in positions of power, that were able to help — it was their job to help — they chose silence.  It seemed they were more invested in defending their own and their personal loyalties, instead of protecting a child.

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Late 2023

Isolation set in.  Support systems disappeared.  People withdrew.  I started journaling to cope — just to try and make sense of everything that was happening.  It helped more than I expected.  Writing became a way to see clearly through the fog.

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Late 2023 & all through 2024

We were left trying to support a child who was nothing like her usual self.  The joy, the ease, the spark — gone.  We were desperately trying to understand how to help her, how to rebuild what had been shaken.  And we had to do it alone.  There was no guidance.  No one checking in.  Just us, carrying it all.

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2024

More pieces fell into place.  The truth became harder to deny — but still, systems failed.  What I thought would bring resolution only brought more silence.  More brushing over.  More closed doors.

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2025

I reached a point where silence felt heavier than fear.  This space was born.  Not to fight, not to prove anything, but to offer honesty.  To speak what so many are too scared to say.  To leave something behind that might help someone else feel less alone.

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