Stay Out of My Face About Kobe
Let me be very clear stay out of my face about Kobe.
There was a time when something like this would’ve sent me into a full spiral. Panic. Anxiety. Overthinking every move, every word, every connection. But not anymore. Not after everything I’ve survived.
I lived in a car for two years. Not because I didn’t have options but because of the chaos, the pressure, and the situations I was navigating behind the scenes. While people speculate, I was still pushing forward applying, preparing, and positioning myself for real opportunities like Inglewood 911 Dispatch and Background Investigation with Santa Monica Police. Those applications? On file. Public record. Documented. Verified.
So when people try to rewrite my story, I don’t panic I correct it.
The Bigger Picture People Pretend Not to See
Let’s talk about patterns.
My time at Dun & Bradstreet was a blessing but it was also something deeper. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: the environment felt staged. Controlled. Too precise to be coincidence.
Calls that didn’t feel random.
Situations that felt… directed.
Energy that followed me beyond the building.
That’s not paranoia that’s pattern recognition from someone who has lived it.
And when you start connecting dots including individuals like Jeff Stibel you begin to understand why certain environments felt the way they did. Arizona in 2016 wasn’t just a chapter… it was a setup for awareness.
Trauma Has a Memory
Imagine working across the street from where your trauma began.
Let that sit.
People will never understand the mental weight of walking into a space every day that triggers your past while still being expected to perform, produce, and smile. I did that. I showed up. I delivered.
But internally? I was fighting battles nobody could see.
There were days I left work shaken. Questioning reality. Trying to separate what was real from what felt manipulated. And still I excelled.
Stop Playing With My Name
People love to attach themselves to narratives they don’t understand.
Throwing around names. Creating connections. Trying to rewrite history like it’s entertainment.
Let me remind you I am not a storyline. I am not a rumor. I am not a character you can play with.
I’ve lived a life that most people couldn’t survive, let alone navigate with strength.
And for those trying to insert themselves into my story for relevance or attention you can’t buy what’s not on the menu.
I Did My Job And I Did It Well
Despite everything the pressure, the distractions, the hostility I performed.
I excelled.
That’s what makes people uncomfortable.
Because when someone rises without needing validation, without begging for approval, without folding under pressure it exposes everyone who can’t.
My style? It’s mine.
My success? Earned.
My resilience? Built through fire.
Termination Was the Confirmation
So let’s address the obvious.
Jeremy, you made the decision before I could. Yes, I know he's reading... reciting my blog post to me in my face??? Ok
And for that, I thank you.
Because your actions didn’t break me they validated me.
They confirmed everything I had already documented, already reported, already prepared for. That termination didn’t silence me it strengthened my position.
And yes it led exactly where it was supposed to go:
My EEOC complaint.
Final Word: Watch Who You Let Close
Not everyone who watches you supports you.
Not everyone with access deserves it.
Some people are fans of your life not your growth.
And when they can’t become you, they try to manipulate the narrative around you.
Be careful of people who want proximity more than purpose.
Because access without integrity is dangerous.
And One More Thing…
I’m no longer reacting the way I used to.
That version of me the one overwhelmed by chaos is gone.
What you’re dealing with now is someone who has seen it, documented it, survived it… and is ready for it.
So again, respectfully
Stay out of my face about Kobe.
