The Knock at the Door: On Power, Closure, and the People Who Never Thought You’d Fight Back

Last year this time, I was reeling from the kind of betrayal that keeps you up at night. The kind that isn’t just personal — it’s systemic. The kind where you know what was done to you was wrong, but every institution designed to protect you either turns a blind eye or tells you to “let it go.”

I didn’t let it go. I let it build.

This week, I served them.

Three of the parties responsible for one of the most dehumanizing, disempowering, and frankly abusive professional experiences of my career were officially served as part of my lawsuit. The others — they’ll get their knock soon enough. But the moment that documentation was filed, accepted, and placed in the hands of a process server, something changed in me.

Not because I’m looking for revenge. Because I finally acted — with clarity, structure, and precision.

💥 The Lie of Helplessness

Most people don’t sue. Not because they don’t have a case. But because they’ve been trained to believe it’s too hard, too expensive, or too impossible without a lawyer holding their hand. That’s not justice — that’s gatekeeping disguised as procedure.

And that’s where they underestimate people like me. I’m not just a psychotherapist or a former employee. I’m someone with the intellectual tools and lived grit to weaponize my own voice.

This wasn’t an impulsive move. It was the product of months of documentation, strategic consultation, deep study of California civil procedure — and a refusal to stay silent.

⚖️ What They Felt When the Papers Hit

Let’s be honest: the psychology of being served is immediate and sharp. Especially for people who never thought they’d be held accountable. Especially when it’s done personally — not just sent to some corporate PO box.

They’re not just being sued. They’re being named. And when you're named in a lawsuit, your reputation is on the table. Your emails become evidence. Your past decisions stop being private.

That changes people.

🧠 The Deeper Impact: My Healing Didn’t Start With Therapy

It started with action.

With realizing I didn’t need to wait for a lawyer to validate me. I didn’t need another year of processing. I needed a plan. I needed to move.

And in doing so, I exorcised something in myself: the belief that I needed permission to fight for what I knew was true.

🔗 If You’re Reading This…

…And you’ve been wronged — professionally, clinically, systemically — I want you to know that the legal system is broken, but it is not impenetrable. You don’t need millions. You don’t need prestige. You need a paper trail, the courage to be precise, and the will to take it public.

I’m not done. This is just the beginning.

I have a book coming. A show. A movement.

But most importantly — I have myself back.

And no court, no organization, no whispered meeting behind closed doors can take that from me again.