unrepeatable. unforgettable. unrecoverable.
delicate like a bomb.
✘✘ sammie lowe
you should’ve killed me when you had the chance.
⚠️ legal notice + survivor disclosure ⚠️
this site documents my real-time survival as a domestic violence victim, whistleblower, and single mom—samantha lowe. i am currently navigating active safety threats, institutional neglect, and retaliatory surveillance.
i’ve tried to handle this privately.
i was ignored.
if you are accessing this site in a legal, professional, or retaliatory capacity, you are on notice: this may constitute constructive misconduct, witness intimidation, or bad faith surveillance of a protected party.
i am the only person protecting my child.
i am the only person protecting myself.
i’m not being dramatic—i’m being thorough.
this is what survival looks like when no one steps in.
i see you.
and i’m documenting back.
not a lawyer…yet.
am i qualified to legally fistfight a financial institution?
absolutely the f✘ck not.
but b✶tch?—let’s go.
the baddie files:
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absolutely not a lawyer
and absolutely not qualified—
but honestly?
this shit pissed me off.
seems highly fucking sus.
and potentially? almost got me and my daughter …
like if legally blonde
had rage issues and no support system.
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influencer?
✶
no.
deeply unwell girl with a strong aesthetic.
burn book. trauma dump. accidentally educational.—
content rated: not for everyone.
unfortunately, still being read by everyone.
you think she’s spiraling?
babe, that’s a phoenix in mid-air.
not your guru. not your lawyer (yet). not your sob story. sam lowe is what rises when the girl they tried to break learns to enjoy the sound of things shattering. ex-wellness baddie turned possible legal menace. solo mom. zero chill. built a life from obliteration (…again) with a baby and a german shepherd, who has more internalized misandry than her mom. honestly?—
sam has a will to thrive out of spite; the desire to absolutely crush every accolade you told her she could never—
🕯️spells…babe.
these are my prayers. not the quiet kind.not the kind you whisper in pews or write in journals you hide in drawers. these are the ones i speak out loud. the ones that bend reality. that curse and conjure and cut through timelines. i write them to make it real. i speak them to make it law.
the burn book. mostly feelings.
wanna see the receipts?
now in boulder. previously in hell.
boulder-based.
battle-tested.
bad bitch by design.
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© sammielowe.com // no gods. no gatekeepers. just grief and warrants.this is my peace. it just happens to look like war.
girlhood ended when the cops got involved.
revenge is a lifestyle, actually.
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