Healing after identity theft — not the financial kind, but the relational kind — is complicated. When someone steals your words, your experiences, your personality, and repackages them as their own, it cuts deeper than mere betrayal. It creates a wound that lingers, even after years of silence.
I’m still a work in progress.
But I’ve learned a few things along the way.
For a long time, I wrestled with a very human temptation:
the desire to expose them.
To rip the mask off.
To reveal the secrets they hide.
To undo the polished persona they parade around for profit … for accolades … for validation.
Because trust me — I could.
I know things that would shatter their carefully crafted reputation.
I know truths that would make their “platform” crumble like dust.
And there were moments when the anger flared so hot I felt like David in the Psalms, shaking my fist and saying, “Lord, how long must these fools prosper?”
When someone uses your story to build their brand, the urge to clap back is real.
But then I ask myself:
What would it profit me to become like them?
Because exposing them wouldn’t heal me.
It wouldn’t restore my stolen narratives.
It wouldn’t erase the years of manipulation.
It would only drag me into the same mud pit where they already live — and that’s not my dwelling place. I refuse to sit in the same pigstie with people who thrive on deception. That’s not the life I’m called to live.
Besides… anyone who needs to hide behind a persona will eventually expose themselves.
They always do.
And when they fall, it won’t be because I pushed them —
it’ll be because character always catches up.
When I step back and breathe, when the anger settles and the truth quiets my spirit, I remember something important:
A higher Judge can do more than I ever could.
And His timing is impeccable.
Vengeance isn’t mine.
It never was.
If I choose revenge, I stain my own growth.
If I choose silence, I stay aligned with the person I’m becoming.
And that’s the thing about healing:
It’s not just about letting go of the person —
it’s about letting go of the version of yourself who needed to fight to be believed.
Should I warn others?
Sometimes the thought crosses my mind.
But that’s a delicate line — and most of the time, people learn who these individuals are on their own. Patterns reveal themselves. Behaviors repeat. Masks slip.
And those who know me… truly know me… already sense the truth.
Many of them were exposed to her behavior too.
Narcissists rarely fool everyone forever.
In the end, my healing looks like this:
I keep the door shut.
I stay no contact.
I refuse to move with snakes or identity thieves.
And I walk forward — not backward.
Their life, their lies, their stage, their reinvention… no longer concern me.
We are not the same.
They were never going to change.
I was the one who did.
And that is the real victory.
My Voice Unchained 