They Called Me a Saint—Then Her Phone Exposed Who I Really Was

went down.

Two nights later, I did something I never thought I’d do.

I wrote a post on my personal page.

Not her memorial page. Not a public callout. Not screenshots.

Just words.

I kept it vague enough to avoid naming anyone, but honest enough to be real.

I wrote about being praised as a “saint” while living in private exhaustion.

I wrote about caretaking—how continue reading …