Many of you may have noticed that I have been, overall, relatively quiet on social media the last year or so. While I generally do not make my personal affairs public given that I both value my privacy and consider it generally distasteful, I have arrived at a juncture in which I have determined that for both the sake of my little family and for the sake of public interest, I am willing to make an exception.

I have friends on this account from a variety of walks of life and from numerous different phases of my life, so it will likely come as a shock to a good many of you (although not all given that there are quite a few on here who were witness to various portions of prior events) that just over ten years ago, I was subjected to human trafficking. It was not until recently that I realized that a majority of people appear to have preconceived notions in their minds as to what that entails or what circumstances surrounding such a matter must look like. I can assure you that an overwhelming majority of those are likely flat out incorrect. For me, there was no sex trafficking involved (although there was certainly a series of orchestrated circumstances to make it appear so presumably in part in an attempt to discredit my witness and speculatively at least one involved party who would have loved for it to have been so). Instead, several parties in proximity to me collaborated to construct a false narrative of my life after I had experienced a series of devastating personal circumstances including but not limited to nearly dying post-partum after the birth of my daughter, domestic violence, and unlawful separation from my child. I attempted to leave central Alabama to evade the "gangstalking" commonly reported by trafficking survivors, but was followed to the coast where I inevitably encountered child sex trafficking. Unfortunately, the government has a nasty habit of going to great lengths to cover-up misbehavior if one [or more] of their own is [are] involved, and the reporting of the aforementioned behavior did not receive the "hero's welcome" for which one would have hoped. Instead, one of the aforementioned parties whisked me away to a facility in Kentucky, and I spent quite literal years having to rebuild my life from the ground up. It took me three years to get my daughter back.

So why am I choosing to disclose such deeply personal and traumatic events in such a public fashion now? For the last ten years, I have been a contributing member of society sowing into the lives of others. I spent approximately seven years working with women overcoming a variety of life issues including substance abuse, domestic violence, and homelessness. By 2019, I had reobtained full physical custody of my daughter, and she has been consistently thriving at the most prominent private school in Birmingham ever since--until several weeks ago, that is. (She is in sixth grade.) In May of 2021, I competed my Bachelor's, obtained multiple financial licenses, and began working in insurance. By January 2022, I purchased a home. Nevertheless, by approximately June 2023, a series of circumstances began to unfold signaling that repeated patterns from my past were beginning to re-emerge. After being inundated by a plethora of questionable financial dealings throughout 2024 culminating in what I strongly allege to be a wrongful termination late August 2024, I have been defamed, humiliated, and repeatedly traumatized. Of even greater concern is the fact that my completely innocent daughter was removed February 5, 2025, by five police officers under the threat of arrest and given to a paternal relative (her father is deceased) who held not-so-much as visitation rights prior to her traumatic removal. The county court system facilitating what can only be described as sham legal proceedings in both the juvenile court AND probate court further subjected my child and I to repeated traumatization--including but not limited to wrongful confinement which was used to "take" my child--culminating in the recent uprooting of my child from the school in which she had been for nearly seven years. I have been repeatedly denied due process, denied access to DHR, and denied a home visit by the court. Furthermore, I have had communications hindered on multiple occasions, interference in relationships, and job opportunities blocked leaving me in a state of what can only be described as forced peonage after years of financial independence on top of the unimaginable pain of having my child yet again ripped from me for literally no justifiable reason whatsoever with no one intervening on our behalf.

As it stands, I currently have a federal complaint on file with the Northern District of Alabama--yet I am once again experiencing delay and perceived denial of due process in what most certainly constitutes emergent circumstances. Furthermore, there have been a multitude of local, state, and federal agencies involved, meaning that a significant amount of parties tasked with intervening in our circumstances have flat out abdicated their duties. I have heard various narratives tossed about in futile attempts to explain the negligence--the most common have been that this was for "emotional distress" for a lawsuit or for a federal background check. I assure you that no amount of money or job would have caused me to entertain allowing the prolonged traumatization of my child--a child who just endured the death of a father four years ago. Instead, for the second time in my life, I find myself smack dab in the middle of what can only be described as human trafficking culminating in a big ol' cover up.

To the state of Alabama, I say this: You saw, you knew, and you did nothing. Regardless of what you have been led to believe, you have once again been complicit in the utter devastation of my little family. I never owed you an explanation for the relational boundaries I have established in our lives. To local and state law enforcement, I say this: When a woman tells you that she needs help, believe her. And for the love of God, get rid of dirty cops. I do not care their rank or tenure. To the legislators and elected officials, I say this: We are not your political pawns. If you would not want it done to your family, you should not watch as it is inflicted upon others. And to the federal government, I say this: We're tired of your crap. Like at least 300 of the 350 million of us are tired of your crap. We're tired of you forgetting that you exist for us, we're tired of you forgetting that we have guaranteed civil liberties, we're tired of your propaganda campaigns, and we're tired of you vying for power and squabbling amongst yourselves as opposed to doing quite literally ANYTHING for us.

I have never done this, but I will be starting a GoFundMe campaign for cost of living and anticipated legal expenses. Frankly, I expect my actual need to be in the ballpark of nearly ten times the amount of the campaign. Given that my daughter's survivor's benefits were mysteriously absent this month and that was the only means that I currently have to be able to see my own child, I have no doubt that there has been federal involvement. (Plus, I have personally spoken with multiple federal agencies.) Nevertheless, I am asking you to share. I am asking you to amplify my voice and collectively say that no more will we tolerate abuses and injustices from the very entities charged with enforcing the will of the American people. There will be a few parties blocked from this post on social media--while I will not be explaining my rationale publicly, it is enough to say that human trafficking frequently involves individuals in close relational proximity.

It is time for my daughter to come home now. To my social justice warriors, this is a rally cry. To the attorneys, I have a plethora of reputable witnesses including but not limited to law enforcement and officers of the court and am a beast on the stand. And to the people whose lives I have sown into over the last decade or whose day my daughter has brightened, please share this post.

"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."