Please, someone—anyone—help me. I never imagined it would come to this. SokYaa, once so full of light and laughter, is now a shadow of herself. What happened to her is something I wouldn’t wish on anyone. And the pain was not caused by strangers—but by someone close. Pao.
It all began so suddenly, so quietly. At first, Pao was gentle. He came with kind words and promises. He said he would take care of her, protect her. We all believed him. SokYaa believed him. She trusted too quickly, loved too deeply. That trust became her greatest weakness—and her greatest wound.
In the beginning, things seemed fine. They laughed, went out, talked late into the night. But behind closed doors, a different story was unfolding. The bruises didn’t show right away. The scars were emotional first. Pao slowly began to control her. Little by little, he isolated her from us, made her feel like she didn’t deserve more, like this was normal.
By the time we saw the signs, SokYaa had already changed. Her voice had gone quiet. Her eyes avoided contact. She flinched at sudden movements. She stopped coming to family gatherings, stopped calling, stopped being the SokYaa we knew. When I asked her if something was wrong, she just smiled, but her smile was tired, fake, and trembling.
And then came the truth. One day, she showed up at my door, crying. She told me everything—how Pao would belittle her, scream at her, threaten her. How he sometimes hurt her physically. How he apologized afterward, only to do it again. She said she felt trapped, worthless, like no one would believe her.
But I believe her.
I see her pain. I see how deeply she’s been broken. And I see the strength it took for her to speak up. That’s why I’m sharing this. That’s why I’m shouting for help. For SokYaa, and for every person out there who thinks they’re alone in their suffering. Abuse wears many faces. It doesn’t always come with loud fists—it often comes in whispers, guilt, manipulation, and fear.
Pao may have broken her spirit, but he hasn’t destroyed her. Not completely. There’s still time to help her heal. There’s still time to remind her of who she is—how brave, how kind, how worthy she is of love that doesn’t hurt.
So, I ask—no, I beg—please help. Help me help her. Help us raise our voices. Speak out, offer support, and never look away when someone is in pain. The silence around abuse is what keeps it alive. But if we speak? If we stand? That silence ends.
SokYaa didn’t deserve this. No one does.
