✶ burn book disclosure ✨✨

✶ clarification for the loudly critical and loudly confused.

hi,
welcome to my trauma archive.

yes, trauma archive—
it's not a subpoena,
deposition,
or defamation suit
waiting to happen.
it’s a narrative record,
heavy on vibes
and light on identifying details.
most of what you'll find here?
it's feelings.
emotions.
deeply coded reflections.

almost entirely:
NO real names,
NO dates,
NO identifying specifics.

but when you do find specifics?
trust this:
they've already been recorded in
courtrooms,
police reports,
hospital records,
witness statements,
submitted evidence,
restraining orders,
and public records.

sweetie—it's
✨ nothing new,
✨ nothing reckless,
and certainly
✨ nothing defamatory.

babe, i didn’t survive all this just to lose the legal plot now.

damn—
you could have just asked
to see my entire
”record of shit i’ve survived”
binder i built while taking blows—
if you needed the legal receipts.

✶ mental health & reality check ✶

let's set some facts straight:

• mental health: sound.
  like, only rational adult in the room, sound.

• kid: thriving, clean, happy, safe.
  thank you for fake-worrying.

• home: immaculate. kid-proofed.
  again safe. zero dangerous men.

• law school attendance: never missed a single class.
  grades stable. using available resources.
  on track for that degree. ✨

if reading about the wreckage left
by abuse makes you think,
"hmm, she sounds unstable."
congratulations, 🧠🥇
you've discovered the entire point:

✨ abuse is inherently destabilizing. ✨

physical abuse,
financial devastation,
and temporary homelessness
created by being abandoned
✨ by your own family—
it's literally designed
to break people down.
if that doesn’t make
immediate sense to you,
kindly see the
"cycle of abuse" section
thoughtfully included and tabbed
elsewhere on this site.
it's like a cheat sheet, ✍️
for those of you still
missing the entire fucking plot.

✶ legal clarity ✶

(quick refresher for the fake-concerned)

• every fact explicitly stated
  is documented
  in sworn testimony,
  court filings,
  decades of reported abuse,
  videos & photos,
  **aka literally judge-confirmed-submitted-evidence.
  unpaid court-ordered child support,
  my own dated and credible records,
  multiple reliable witnesses,
  or police reports.

  
  **so again,
  why are you panicked, babe?
  because it’s definitely not about “my kid”

• all other content: protected by the first amendment.
  yes, even the emotionally charged bits.

• anti-SLAPP laws are ✨real and relevant✨
  i encourage you to google them
  before wasting your energy or mine.

💀💀💀

babe?
“think like a lawyer!”

girlie—
this entire website has been
forwarded to the establishment
✨BY ME ✨
review = verified (✓)

this is my record in a
desperate attempt to evade
being completely erased.
maybe ask a question.
maybe use context clues.

y’all—

this isn’t reckless oversharing.
it’s strategic transparency—
something survivors rely on
when society,
families,
and institutions
inevitably fail us.

✶ a gentle note for misguided critics ✶

before you approach
with “please shut up” vibes
and hypothetical courtroom scenarios,
maybe first:

• read the disclaimers (seriously).

• check the legal references provided.

• ask questions (like, a single one?).
  like damn dude. 🤯

because the uncomfortable truth is this:

the only thing destabilizing survivors
more than the abuse itself
is the silence that everyone demands afterward.

speaking openly (!!!!!)
is what saved me and my child—
not your secondhand embarrassment,
hypothetical scenarios,
or bullshit warnings.

if you still think documenting my truth
makes me unstable,
perhaps you’ve
missed the actual story being told here.

so kindly relax,
read again,
and connect the dots
before offering unsolicited fear tactics.

and if the diary hurts your feelings?
made you need to say shit
like—
“maybe disappear…silently?”
yo—but imagine living the source material.

you don’t get to mistake
a woman narrating her own survival
as unstable just because
she isn’t saying it in a tone you like.
because guess what?
if you’d ever been through it,
you’d know:
strategic rage is the cleanest version
of sanity left when you're
the last adult standing.

no one here is spiraling. 💡
this is clarity.
this is the ugly, violent, abusive truth.
this is what stability actually
looks like when you walk through
a deviously designed disaster.

and i still would never choose—
violence.
hate.
lies.
or manipulation.

i just choose truth.

🖤

with stable clarity,

— sam lowe ✶

🚩 🚩 🚩

and for real:
if the entire system
directly designed
to call me a liar
believed me 🤯—
regarded me as a:
credible,
stable,
truthful,
verifiable
witness—
to my own abuse…
what does that
say about you?
💡

just admit:
when you look—
you see ”perpetual victim”

and that’s a
deeply personal
brutal empathy deficiency,
lazy, surface-level analysis,
context-free thinking,
statistical illiteracy,
and class-blind arrogance
problem.
💡