I’m a Cassie Too: When Abuse Looks Like Fame, Love, and Fear
There are some stories you don’t just watch—you feel.
When the headlines broke about Cassie’s lawsuit against Diddy, I didn’t need the full details to understand the truth.
I didn’t need the video footage to validate what I already knew in my spirit.
Because I’ve lived it.
Because I’m a Cassie too.
✖️ The Abuse That Doesn’t Leave Bruises
Not all abuse shows up in black and blue.
Some of it looks like luxury.
Like gifts with invisible strings.
Like silence in exchange for safety.
Like walking on marble floors with a mind full of landmines.
Some of us were taught to:
- mistake control for protection
- mistake trauma bonds for real love
- confuse gaslighting for guidance
And when we tried to speak up?
We were labeled dramatic. Unstable. Disloyal.
๐️ The System Protects Its Own
What happened to Cassie isn’t just a “celebrity problem.”
It’s a systemic problem.
It’s a spiritual problem.
It’s what happens when:
- power gets licensed
- money builds walls
- silence becomes currency
Abuse doesn’t survive without a system to protect it.
And too often, that system is legal, spiritual, corporate, and cultural.
๐️ When You’re Watched, Owned, and Silenced
Some of us know what it’s like:
- to be tracked
- to have your phone monitored
- to be told what to post, who to talk to, or how to dress
Some of us loved people who were both our protectors and our prison guards.
We lived in that split:
The part of you that wants to stay…
And the part of you that’s screaming to survive.
And when we finally broke free?
There was no applause.
Just doubt. Distance. Shame.
๐ฆ I Speak Now. Not Just for Me.
I share this not for attention—
but because I know what it’s like to be erased.
To be the one who:
- knew too much
- spoke too soon
- loved too hard
I speak now for:
- the women who never made headlines
- the ones who left quietly
- the ones who stayed and barely survived
- the ones still trying to find their voice
๐ Final Thoughts: Believe Her. Support Her. Be Her.
Being a “Cassie” is not about name recognition.
It’s about survival in a world that makes abuse look like love and control look like care.
I’m not bitter.
I’m aware.
And I will never stop speaking, writing, healing, or creating
for the women who were told to stay silent
while the world clapped for their abuser.
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