477 Days and Counting...

Give Me My Life Back: 15 Months, and 1 week of Living Under a Shadow.

It's been 477 days. 477 days of living under a cloud, of having my name dragged through the mud, of waking up each morning to a gnawing anxiety that seems to have burrowed deep within my bones.

15 months ago, an accusation of harassment and stalking was levelled against me. It came from someone I once considered a co-host, but never an enemy. It was a public accusation, launched on a platform that had been my creative haven for years.

The subsequent investigation felt like an avalanche, burying me under a mountain of doubt, fear, and uncertainty. My life, once fueled by the joy of creating and connecting, became consumed by the constant hum of legal processes, whispered rumours, and the sting of public scrutiny.

The investigation is ongoing, dragging on with a slowness that feels agonising. Each passing day feels like a stolen moment from the life I built, the life I loved. The joy of creating has been replaced by a constant battle against the weight of these accusations.

I understand that investigations take time. But what they often fail to account for is the human cost of being the accused, especially when the accusations are unsubstantiated and unproven.

My voice has been silenced for too long, not by legal measures, but by the chilling effect of these unproven claims. The online space that once resonated with my passion and creativity is now a minefield of negativity, filled with comments and assumptions based on allegations, not facts.

This isn't just about me. It's about anyone who has ever faced the debilitating weight of unproven accusations. It's about the silent struggle of living in a state of limbo, waiting for the chance to clear your name and reclaim your life.

I'm not here to plead innocence. I'm here to ask for fairness. I'm here to ask for the swift completion of the investigation, so that the truth can finally emerge and I can move forward.

Today, I reclaim my voice. Today, I say, "Give me my life back."

This is not an admission of guilt, but a plea for justice. It's a plea for the chance to rebuild my life, my reputation, and the creative spark that was so cruelly threatened.

To those who have stood by me during these difficult times, my deepest gratitude. To those who have been quick to judge and condemn based on speculation, I urge you to wait for the truth to come to light.

This is not the ending; it's simply another chapter in a story with a lot left unwritten. A story that, I believe, will ultimately be one of resilience, of truth prevailing, and of life returning to its rightful rhythm.