There was a time when this face represented silence, shame, and a pain I didn’t know how to survive. 

For decades, this man’s actions shaped how I saw myself — broken, voiceless, unworthy.

But today, on National Survivor Day, I take that power back.

I show his face not to relive the trauma, but to reclaim the truth. To name what so many of us have been forced to bury. 

I am not his secret anymore.

I am the man I became after. 

The one who chose to live, to speak, to heal — and to help others do the same.

This isn’t about revenge. It’s about courage. It’s about standing up for every survivor who’s been told to stay quiet. 

Because silence protects predators, and I promised my 11 year old self I would NEVER be silenced again