For years, I’ve discussed domestic abuse from a faceless platform. My advocacy began intentionally quiet — I avoided personal references and refrained from naming anyone (including myself). Instead, I focused on the issues as a whole. My efforts have been aimed at supporting fellow advocates, professionals, allies, and survivors.

Recently my privacy was compromised without my consent and without any warning. The sense of security I once found in obscurity is no longer intact. The very reason I stayed nameless was to avoid backlash — but it came regardless. So while this exposure wasn’t my decision, I am choosing to reclaim my voice in the process, even as I navigate the uncertainty of fully embracing the shift.

So here I am now, writing under my real name — not because it’s safer, but because anonymity didn’t offer any lasting protection. Hiding hasn’t ever helped.

Visibility definitely carries risk — but staying silent doesn’t eliminate that, and certainly comes with its own burdens too.

I’m not here to talk about my trauma history for clicks, it’s not about me at all. It’s about pointing out the failing systems, identifying the patterns that perpetuate harm, and providing the support and information I once needed — so others can access it when it matters most.

So this is me — no longer in the shadows. Not because I’m no longer in fear, but because I refuse to let fear determine what I say — or what I stay silent about — ever again. I am Jamie Harris Posey, and I’m a survivor of domestic violence. More importantly, I’m committed to using my own wreckage to help others navigate a path to safety.