I'm Not Your Healing Inspiration. I'm Your Wake-Up Call.
This isn't a safe space. It's a survival space.
Let's get something straight:
I'm not here to help you feel better.
Only you can do that.
The gates of change are only unlocked from within.
I truly believe that.
My point is…I’m not here to convince you of anything.
I’m not here to sell healing.
I'm just here to tell the truth.
There's a difference.
There are already thousands of creators/writers telling you what you want to hear.
I'm not one of them.
I don't want to be your favorite trauma writer.
I don't want to be palatable. Or soft. Or algorithmically safe.
I want to be the reason someone finally admits:
"I'm not fine, and I haven't been for years."
"I was manipulated, and I kept calling it love."
"I'm still showing up, but I'm barely here."
This isn't a newsletter. It's a system interruption.
It's where we stop pretending, stop apologizing, and stop making excuses for the people who broke us.
The word "therapy" became a trigger for me.
Because I didn't just survive trauma. I survived my therapist.
Emily was my therapist for five years. She helped me get sober. She had access to everything: my finances, my fears, my trauma history, my relationships.
Then I lost my job. I told her I couldn't afford therapy anymore. That's when she offered to "stay in touch" as a friend.
That "friendship" quickly became psychological warfare.
She fabricated threats. Told me exes were stalking her. Said I was being investigated. Then she wrote a contract that made me isolate from everyone I trusted. She told me to pay her, not for sessions, but to protect both of us. She claimed it was for "reputation management." That she'd hired a team to keep me safe.
What actually happened? I was extorted. Manipulated. Tracked through my own computer.
I paid her over $126,000 between February and June 2024.
Every payment was made under duress. Every word she said was laced with coercion. She stole more than my money. She hijacked my ability to tell what was real.
She even claimed my romantic relationships were threats to her license. She sent anonymous letters to my employer. She fabricated "legal action" that didn't exist.
I lived in a state of daily terror while being told it was all for my protection.
Most healing content is built to make you feel seen.
This one's built to help you see yourself, even if it hurts.
This is for the people who can explain their trauma perfectly, but still freeze in the grocery store because their nervous system hasn't caught up.
This is for the ones who've sat in therapists' offices and been retraumatized by someone who took their trust and turned it into leverage.
This is for the people who've watched their "support" system disappear the moment they stopped performing compliance.
I'm not here to fix you.
I'm not a coach. I'm not a therapist. I'm not a savior. I'm someone who's been burned by all three.
I was gaslit by my employer. I was blackmailed by my therapist. I buried my best friend. I lost my career. I almost lost my life.
And I still showed up. Still wrote. Still built. Still told the truth.
This isn't a brand. It's my survival.
You don't need another dose of hope.
You need someone to say what everyone else is too scared to:
Sometimes "support" is just disguised control
Sometimes "healing" spaces are built by people who never had to recover from anything
Sometimes the person in power is the one doing the most damage
And sometimes what you need most isn't help, it's clarity
You don't need inspiration. You need traction.
You don't need comfort. You need a reason to stop pretending you're fine.
This is not a safe space, but everyone is welcome.
This is a survival space.
It's not built to soothe. It's built to unhook. And that's what makes it real.
I will not tell you it's going to be okay. I will tell you that even if it's not, you can still fucking survive it.
And if that sounds like what you need, you're in the right place.
Cody Taymore
Kill The Silence
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Man, this is fucking brutal. It actually hurts to read.
But it's the TRUTH ... and I thank you for that.
Thanks for sharing this raw and undiluted.