My music is my release. It is how I breathe again. It is the only way I know how to place my past where it belongs—behind me—without pretending it never happened. For years, my emotions were violated, dismissed, and shattered, while Steve Harvey never once tried to make anything right. There was no accountability, no acknowledgment, and no concern for the damage that was done to my life.

What makes this pain even deeper is that he never took the time to know who I truly am. He never knew that I am a survivor. He never knew the battles I had already fought long before he and his power entered my life. I survived things that were meant to destroy me. I endured trauma that left me broken, lost, and confused, questioning my worth and my place in this world.

There were moments when I felt completely undone—like my voice ha ...