On paper I have a GED.

I was incredibly sick as a child to the point I went to elementary school with an IV port in my arm for the antibiotics I had to go get after school. I was sick enough to need IV antibiotics and still forced to attend. We lived in public housing, I also had severe mental health struggles, and I almost didn’t make it out of year 14.

I was advised by my school counselor to drop out and get a GED. So I did the day I turned 16.

I attended community college where I took every history class I could enroll in and ended up with all the credits I needed for a degree but just the wrong ones. I believe I have 3 or 4 classes left for an associate’s degree, I just checked.

I taught myself photography and web design in my late teens and early 20s and developed social media skills as it all took shape in the early 2000s, which helped me land my first jobs in PR and marketing with no degree or experience.

I was so proud of myself. This girl who taught her father how to read and was convinced I was never going to be good enough to do anything right got a real job. Because of my brain. But I found myself in a world of old money that I didn’t even know existed around me. That’s when the heavy masking started that I’ve been trying to undo recently.

I ran my own small agency for 7 years before being offered a great job in 2023.

I was laid off in the spring and have spent months trying to find a position. While I was job hunting I was still advocating for my community and others living in what are called Superfund sites. I realized so much of my suffering as a child may be tied to this. I began writing about Epstein in the beginning of fall and quickly realized how connected to my goal of accountability and transparency this was. So I kept writing. Now, I have no idea where this will take me but it feels right.

Thank you for being a part of it, for all of the encouragement and for helping me try to find a way to do this in a sustainable way. I hope you know how much I appreciate you! 🫶✊