Hey girl. You obviously don’t know me, and you probably never will.
Before I got well in my teens, filled with angst and a lot of rock, I heard some of your earlier songs. I remember you were different to anyone else back then. Your voice, your demeanor was really your own. There was just something about you…
I did not follow your career after that because I thought I was “too good” for pop/mainstream music. But I heard stuff about you. About your breakdown, your failed relationships and marriages, the way the media belittled you, the way they thought they could police your body (as they do countless others). I thought you were going to be able to plow through it, that you would be better off in the future. Boy, I was wrong.
When #FreeBritney started trending, I was in my thirties. A completely different woman from the disturbed teen I once was. Still a little bit disturbed, but armed with facts about myself I was able to see the world in a different light.
Listen, I’ve broken down too. I’ve had my share of failed relationships. I wish I had had your courage, but I didn’t. I guess I lived vicariously through you. However, no one hurt me the way your dad has hurt you. And I’ve been hurt, honey. I’ve been raped, abused, belittled, bullied, taken for granted, you name it.
When we come into this world, we come in with certain unwritten agreements. It seems we choose our parents. I had a hard time understanding why I chose mine when I was younger, but now I know why. And I’m working hard to heal from that.
Thank you for speaking up about the atrocities committed by your own family. I hope we can do right by you this time. I hope we can get you free from that unjust agreement so that you can live the life you truly deserve.
You just say the word, and we’ll do wherever we need to do to get you out. Don’t quit just yet. I love you.