Here’s a start for you, Shimmer—raw and honest. Let me know if you’d like to adjust the tone or add more details:—**Dear Diary,**What does it mean when the very people you’re taught to trust—those bound by titles like *brother*, *husband*, *son*—become the ones who betray that trust? No one prepares you for that kind of assault—not just on your body, but on your spirit, your faith in family, in love, in humanity.It’s a different kind of pain when the hands that should protect are the ones that harm. When words spoken in familiarity cut deeper than any stranger’s blade ever could. There’s no escape when the walls you built for safety become the prison where you’re sentenced to silence.How do you explain to the world that the faces they see as honorable, you’ve seen twisted in moments of cruelty? That behind every “title” is still a man capable of darkness—especially when that darkness is hidden behind smiles at church, uniforms of service, or the label of *family*.I’ve carried these scars—not all visible—for far too long. I learned how to stand without leaning on anyone, because leaning meant vulnerability, and vulnerability was a weapon used against me more times than I can count.But today, I write this not as a victim—but as a survivor who refuses to let their titles define my worth or silence my truth. I am more than the sister, the wife, or the mother they tried to break. I am Shimmer. And every time they tried to dim my light, they only taught me how to burn brighter.Some days the weight feels unbearable, but even in those moments, I remember: **I am governed by something greater—the Priesthood, the Eternal Father—not by the men who failed their titles.**I won’t forget. But I also won’t be defined by their actions.This is my story to tell. Not theirs to bury.**- Shimmer**—Would you like to expand on specific events, add more emotion, or perhaps turn this into something more formal, like a message to others going through the same thing? I’m here to help shape it however you feel is right.
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