I want to open up about something thatβs been weighing on me for months. I am a survivor of emotional and psychological abuse. Itβs happened more than once in my life, and it happened again this past year.
On June 8, 2024, Emery (E for short) moved into the house I shared with my roommate. At the time, I was going through a rough patch with my roommate and confided in E. He presented himself as a "medium," "healer," and "mediator," and quickly began making spiritual claimsβlike sensing βevil energyβ from my roommate. That was the first red flag.
Over the next few months, E trauma bonded with me. He shared his own vulnerabilities and sympathized with mine, which I took as a sign of genuine connection. At first, I thought he was gentle, sweet, and intuitive. But by month four, he began love-bombing meβtelling me "I love you," "I care about you," and "you're my people." When I asked how he could know that so soon, he told an elaborate story about following a βsweet energyβ (me) that was clouded by βevil energyβ (my roommate). It felt manipulative, not spiritual.
When my roommate eventually overstepped a boundary, I encouraged E to talk things out. Instead, he gave them the silent treatment, isolating them in their room. When my roommate expressed discomfort, E sent a volatile message calling them βevil,β βmanipulative,β and βself-sabotaging.β My roommate calmly asserted a boundary, and E replied, βIβm safe. Iβm mean, but not nice. People are just intimidated by me.β
Even though I was angry at my roommate at the time, I started to realize E was using my frustration to control the narrative. He later told me he had moved in βbecause of meβ and was there to βheal the house.β
By month five, E started giving me giftsβthings I never asked for, like a bike and a piano. I felt uncomfortable but accepted them out of politeness. Around this time, his spiritual claims escalated: he accused my roommate of βblack magic,β said they were responsible for making both of us sick, and claimed that in a past life, my roommate was a ringleader who had followed him.
I tried holding him accountable when he broke my roommateβs chair. He gave me a snarky response, then blamed his reaction on mental health. He also placed food in my cabinets without asking, and when I voiced discomfort, he dismissed it and ghosted me.
Later, we argued about the landlord. E positioned himself as the βmediatorβ again, saying the landlord was just βtoo stressedββdeflecting responsibility. When we reconciled, he said things like βI just want to be a saviorβ and that heβd jump in front of a bus to protect people because he cares so much.
When I shared my accomplishments with him, he deflected and made it about himself. I eventually got a new jobβbut didnβt tell him, because I no longer felt emotionally safe.
We had an argument about bills. Soon after, I realized he had removed me from Discord without saying anything. When I checked in, he told me everything was greatβhe had just gained followers.
Then came the posts: one victim-blaming people for being taken advantage of, saying they βneed to be intimidating,β and another vaguely putting me down while claiming superiority. All passive-aggressive. All online.
There was one momentβjust oneβwhere he seemed to have a flicker of awareness. He questioned whether he might be the problem. Whether he had narcissistic tendencies, or a hero complex. But it was half-assed. He never truly self-reflected. It felt like a performance, not accountability.
Meanwhile, he began subtly mimicking me in disturbing ways. He claimed people were copying him, but in reality, he exhibited narcissistic mimicry: echoing my Instagram bio (βaspiring musicianβ), gatekeeping guitar by saying he only wanted musician friends who played power chords, mirroring my sexy content, my anklets, even my overall energy. He parroted things that made me feel empoweredβbut twisted them to serve his image.
At one point, I saw a post from him expressing violent urges β talking about how people littering makes him want to strangle them, and how he "wants to hurt someone but doesn't want to commit a crime." That was a turning point. I wasnβt just uncomfortable β I was scared. I started locking my door at night, slept with a hammer and knife by my bed, and blocked the door just in case. Not because I feared I couldnβt protect myself, but because I didnβt feel safe in my own home. Thatβs how deep psychological abuse can cut β it corrodes your sense of safety and reality.
On April 2, 2025, I finally voiced my discomfort. He gaslit me, told me I was projecting, and called me a liar. When I said, βThis is abuse,β he mockingly agreed. A few days later, he sided with our landlord and called me a fraud. On April 24, he tried to steal a box from me.
And now? Heβs online curating a personaβjokes, spiritual claims, vague subtweetsβall while rewriting the past eight months to suit his narrative.
Iβm speaking up because silence protects abusers. E can keep curating his aesthetic, posting his jokes, and hiding behind spiritualityβbut those of us who were closest to him know the truth. This wasnβt healing. This wasnβt leadership. This was manipulation masked as care, cruelty masked as clarity. If youβve been hurt by him too, youβre not alone. Youβre not crazy. Youβre not too sensitive. You saw it because it was real. I see you. I believe you. And Iβm done protecting someone who used my kindness as a mirror for his ego. His name is Prizym Emeriel Solstice. And this is what he did.
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