What I asked was simple: If you believe in justice, start here. If you believe in access, help carry my case. If you believe in truth, stand beside my account. If you believe in care, risk being changed by what you hear. But Joe Ceci didn’t.

I walked away from a significant financial offer, enough to keep a roof over my head, enough to buy time, finish school, stabilize. I knew exactly what it would cost me. I did it anyway. Because I knew what signing would mean.

The absence of support transformed my struggles into a solitary battle, one that I had to face without the understanding or compassion that

My loneliness is not about the absence of others. It’s about the collapse of shared reality.