Episode 6: What Healing Looks Like
It’s been ten months since I last heard from James—or whoever he really was.
Ten months since the day I found out that the man I thought I loved didn’t exist.
That the late-night calls, the love notes, the crypto investments, the dreams of a second chance… were nothing but a carefully crafted con.
But today, when I wake up, I don’t check my phone in panic.
I don’t replay old voice notes or wonder what I did wrong.
Instead, I open my eyes to peace—something I never thought I’d feel again.
This… this is what healing looks like.
From Scar to Strength
There was a time when I couldn’t say his name without my throat tightening.
A time when I couldn’t walk past a Western Union counter without feeling sick.
A time when I thought I’d never trust myself—or love—again.
But healing isn’t loud. It’s not flashy. It’s quiet. Gradual.
It’s waking up one day and realizing you went a whole week without crying.
It’s saying “no” to a new online flirtation without guilt.
It’s finally unfollowing the scammer’s fake profile—and not feeling a thing.
The New Me
I still work as a nurse. Still care for my patients with the same compassion.
But I’ve also added something new to my life: advocacy.
I now speak at women’s groups, host monthly webinars on online safety, and write for a growing newsletter that reaches over 2,000 subscribers—mostly women aged 35 to 60—about how to avoid crypto romance scams and online manipulation.
My most popular article to date?
“How I Was Hacked by My Online Lover: Lessons from a Crypto Romance Fraud”
In it, I break down the emotional manipulation step by step:
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How scammers use real photos of men on Instagram or Pinterest
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How they build trust quickly by mirroring your emotional language
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How they subtly introduce financial help—often involving crypto wallets like Solana, Bitcoin, or Tether
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And how they ghost you the moment they’ve drained your wallet and heart
I get dozens of emails each week from women saying, “Thank you. You opened my eyes.”
That means more to me than anything.
One Final Letter
One day, I sat at my dining table and wrote a letter.
Not to James—but to the real man whose photo he used.
Dear Rodrigo,
You don’t know me, but your face was used in a scam that changed my life.
For a while, I believed you loved me. I believed we had a future.
I’ve since learned the truth—but I also learned a lot about myself in the process.
Wherever you are, I hope you’re real. And kind. And loved.
Because despite everything… I still believe in love. Just not the kind that hides behind a screen.
I didn’t send it, of course.
But writing it gave me closure.
Moving On Without Bitterness
Do I still feel the sting sometimes?
Yes. Especially when I log into my bank account and remember what I lost.
But I’ve also gained something more valuable: wisdom, strength, and voice.
I’ve reconnected with friends. Started traveling again.
I’ve even started therapy for women recovering from online emotional abuse—helping them rebuild their confidence, just like I rebuilt mine.
And maybe… just maybe… one day, I’ll open my heart again.
But next time, it’ll be on my terms. With open eyes.
Because I’ve learned the hardest, most expensive lesson of all:
Love is beautiful—but when it’s real, it never asks for Bitcoin.
💬 Final Thoughts (For the Readers)
If you’re reading this and you’ve been scammed too, know this:
You are not stupid. You are not weak. You are not alone.
You were targeted because you were kind, open-hearted, and hopeful.
That’s nothing to be ashamed of.
Speak up. Report it. Heal. And when you’re ready… help someone else.
Because turning pain into purpose? That’s the real revenge.
THE END
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