
Two years ago I almost lost myself. In the hands of sociopath, I was floundering. He had me entrapped in mind games and scared for my life, yet- I couldn't escape it, because I almost didn't want to; at least until I found out what was really going on.
For months I was taken advantage of, stalked, manipulated and emotionally beat up over and over again. The bruises may not be there anymore, but there's a heck of a lot of scar tissue left.
On February 14th, 2018 when everything fell into place and my world came barreling into me like a high speed train, I lost it. I fell apart as I realized what my sub-conscious had been trying to tell me all along.
The person that I trusted and that I was emotionally falling for, tried to take the one thing away from me that I clutched to: choice.
He tried prying it out of my cold fingers after he had sucked the life out of me. He chased in the name of love- but left me feeling exposed. He lied and twisted in the name of lust- leaving me to fear what I had always truly known; he did not have good intentions.
I still blame myself some days, why didn't I say something sooner?
Why did I entertain his thoughts?
Why didn't I put a stop to everything the moment my gut told me something was wrong?
I guess looking back it's because I wanted to see the best in him. I wanted to believe that he could be more than I knew he was. Now, I am scarred and broken because of it. My naive, pure view on life has been tainted and I have a very difficult time believing that people can be inherently good. I do not trust anyone without a lot of research and proof. I listen to my gut like it's my compass and I'm lost at sea.
He tried to take my choice, instead he took my confidence.
When I wrote Stitched that spring, it was because I literally had to. I broke down one night and I finally cried all of the tears that I had been holding back for fear of letting myself accept what I knew to be true. Stitched, in all of its gory details, is what helped me to start the process of healing my heart and my conscious.
My inability to trust my gut caused several people to be hurt by that boy. My lack of action did not just effect me, it hurt other people. If I had just... it could've all been prevented.
Stitched though, Stitched taught me that I was the victim too. That his actions could not have been prevented by me because evil is evil and evil is not easily convinced or changed. No matter what I “should have done” someone was always going to end up hurt. Stitched helped me to let go of the blame and to allow myself to work through patching the parts of myself that were only hanging on by a thread.
Stitched today, after almost two years of being on this healing journey is me standing up and saying no more.

No more to the men who have treated me like a piece of meat.
No more to the comments, the insults, the harassment, the judgment, the shame, the pain.
Comments that insinuated that I was the problem; that I asked for it.
The cover of Stitched was raw and vulnerable for me. It was HARD. I felt EXPOSED. But I had to shoot it that way to get my point across.
I created those photos in a tasteful artistic way to capture how I felt in those scenarios & how other people (men & women) feel after they have gone through the horrific events of rape, sexual assault, stalking & harassment. I trusted my nearest and closest friend to capture it and she did beautifully. And most people got it, most people understood what I was trying to say. But then there were those that didn't.
“No wonder, look at what you're wearing.”
“Well maybe if you'd cover up, you wouldn't tempt them.”
I could go on and on, but the reality is, this isn't some feminist thing. This is a human thing. The choice to shame or blame someone for something that happened to them is flat out wrong. Victim shaming is so over and ESPECIALLY when it comes to clothing.
Listen Up.

So please, don't let them make you feel like you are less then. Don't allow anyone to minimize your experience because of the circumstances at hand.
I believe you.
I see you.
I was you.
Your experiences are valid.
Your feelings are valid.
Your coping mechanisms are valid.
There will be people who tell you that you were wrong, mistaken or that you somehow brought it upon yourself. I am so sorry. And because of that, I will not stop speaking up about this until our culture is massively changed and we talk more about NOT assaulting than how to AVOID assault.

I am much more invested in who this is going to help than who this is going to offend, because those of you offended aren’t helping those hurt anyways. You’re making it worse by telling us directly or indirectly that we are the problem & we “asked for it”.
So, thank you to those who have supported me, Stitched and the victims of sexual assault, abuse and harassment.
If you have been a victim I am so sorry.
If you have been harassed on top of that by people on the internet or people in your church or people in your family, me too babe, me too.
Much love & many blessings to all.
If you haven’t listened to the song that was inspired by my story, you can listen on any platform here.
xoxo – Riley
https://open.spotify.com/album/4nWqjLheqNGjoIoDKS28FB?si=Jzi43iDqT2O__7-bAq7PBA