the vpn diaries 🥸: how not to handle a whistleblower

hi.
compliance.
legal.
c-suite.
risk management.
crisis PR.
whoever the fuck
is refreshing my site
via rapid fire
✨ concealed VPNs 🥸
(you’re invisible babe!)
in between, clearly ducking
the “ethics & compliance” trainings.

i’ll address you here—
since you’re steady
sidestepping my fucking emails.

you know—
classic indicators of innocence ✨

let’s talk.

because you had
every single legal and moral opportunity
to stop what happened to me
before it escalated
into a public disaster
with a nationally traceable
timeline of systemic negligence.

and apparently—
you chose silence. ✨
you chose cover-up. ✨
you chose protection of internal decay
over the protection of a vulnerable client
under active threat of homicide.

and now you're here—
✨ lurking.
not to help.
to gather intel.
to strategize your defense.
while a broke single mother
with fucking ptsd and an infant
fights for her fucking life.
alone.

let’s be legally clear:

i notified you—what?
a dozen separate times?

i provided:

• certified protection orders
• evidence of financial misconduct
• timeline-aligned payments
• digital surveilence logs
• hospital records
• my kid’s fucking life insurance documentation
• and records of my accounts being stripped

after disclosing the abuse ✨

and in return?

nothing.
told me;
they were never mine—
and then deleted the message.
poof—
after i sent:
litigation hold request? ✨
bro—nice. 👌🏼
like, if i somehow pass the bar,
can i get on this legal team?
seems fucking chill. 🤘🏻🤡

but look.
your entire firm
has not sent a single line
of acknowledgment to this
✨full-blown fucking crisis✨
since mid-june.

the local firm?
that fucking contracted
my pregnant ass?
complete silence.
told not to respond.

bitch—what?
how is a chick with -$7
cleaning houses
carrying a fucking baby
trying to keep her electric on,
asking a fucking
legally relevant question (!!!!!)
and challenging
where the actual fuck
her policies went—
the fucking threat?

🎯 unless y’all fucked up.

because babe—
over a month?
and—
not a compliance update?
not an internal review notice?
not even a fucking response
in over a week?
lmfao
what are y’all doing
👻👻👻
is this standard—
up to regulatory procedure?

lol hmmm
you’ve gone dead silent 🤔
while your staff clocks
hundreds of hits
to the
✨ survivor documentation website ✨
i built in fucking desperation.
from work devices. 🤔
cloaked IPs. 🤔
and known corporate hubs. 🤔

bro—literally clocking whole
ass insurance defense firms.

i guess they’re just—
personally invested,
in spellbooks✨
and trauma disclosures✨
told by the jersey shore equivalent
of a
walking,
talking
legal fucking consequence.

like? damn y’all.
do you wanna hire me instead?
one of y’all repeatedly
said that shit—
understatement of
the fucking year.
considering—
the moral fucking rot
eating this fucking institution.

but seriously,
what the actual fuck—
is going on
up in this fucking
”financial firm”

babe—
let’s call it what it is:

💥 surveillance of a whistleblower.
💥 retaliation by omission.
💥 textbook fiduciary fucking failure.

y’all—
you didn’t just fumble this.
you lit that shit
on fire
and danced around it
in a fucking
company-branded polo.

🔥🔥🔥🏌🏌🏌🔥🔥🔥

and now?
you’re here✨
instead of protecting us
because you know:
this shit?
is not small.

💥 this is explosive.
💥 this is patterned.
💥 this is fucking provable.

but nah—
you’re over here
burning payroll✨
trying to
suppress a narrative
your own silence
already confirmed.

the real question is:

how many of you already know?
how many of you
have seen the timeline—
read the disclosures—
watched the access logs—
and thought,
“shit. this is going to court.”

and instead of doing
✨what was right—
and fucking protecting us:
you vanished.
you withheld.
you waited me out.

and now?
you’re screenshotting your own fucking reckoning.

🧿 your cowardice put a child at risk.
🧿 your silence was coordinated.
🧿 your IP logs are subpoena bait.

so go ahead.

refresh the page.
clock the hits.
circle on fucking up—
draft the cease and desist.

because listen—
i’m not fucking afraid of you.
i survived a combat vet—
at 9 months fucking pregnant,
while signing up for your fucking policies.
i will survive your cubicle-adjacent asses.

and you will answer
for every
fucking second
of this.

because—
this shit is fucked✨
and you fucking know it.

🔥🔥🔥🏌🏌🏌🔥🔥🔥

✴︎

amen and subpoena me, bitch.

✨🖕🏻✨