“I trusted him. He was my pastor, a man I believed would guide me, protect me. But that trust was a lie. He forced himself on me, using his position to overpower me, to bend me to his will. Every time I tried to resist, his words cut sharper than any hand: threats whispered in my ear, warning me that if I ever told anyone, no one would believe me, and my life in the church—and beyond—would be ruined.
When I finally found the courage to speak up, nothing happened. No one held him accountable. No one asked if I was okay. He remained untouchable, while I was left carrying the fear, the shame, and the confusion alone. Every shadow, every quiet corner, felt like a reminder of what had been done—and who still got away with it. “