You Can’t Hide Forever

I know the game. I’ve been in the rooms. I’ve heard the whispers, watched the strategy meetings, sat through the smug smiles of leadership teams who think legal insulation is the same thing as innocence.

It’s not.

You want to talk policy? I’ll show you the rot beneath it. You want to talk process? I’ll show you how it was hijacked.

You pulled a hit job on someone who knew how the game was played—and still believed in doing the right thing. That was your mistake.

You see, when you’re a working-class therapist in a wealthy system, they assume you're disposable. They assume you’ll take the shame, the isolation, the silence—and disappear. But I didn’t. And I won’t.

You can hire all the “fancy lawyers” you want. Have them leave voicemails, draft emails, posture like they’re in control. They’re not.

Because when you hide behind legalese instead of accountability, you forget something important: I know where the bodies are buried. I was in the building. I saw what you normalized. And I’ve got receipts.

Let me be clear: this isn’t about revenge. It’s about truth. It’s about confronting systems that think emotional violence doesn’t count. That think gaslighting can’t be documented. That think dignity can be revoked with a Zoom call and a few typed lines of policy.

I’ve lived it. I’ve built something better. And now I’m taking the truth with me—into the courtroom, into the media, into the lives of everyone who’s been told to shut up and comply.

Y’all can’t hide forever. Not behind your multi-million dollar homes. Not behind your DMs. Not behind your degrees.

The system’s reckoning is here. And you’re on the wrong side of it.