JUST Jen

I am not prone to hyperbole. I am not an alarmist. I do not think I am special. In fact, I resent what I am now compelled to do—to lay bare my life—extend an invitation for unwanted attention and judgment, but hard truths shall be told. For some, my story will be a cautionary tale, others will enjoy its luridness, others will be infuriated, others may be compelled to action. Myself, I simply desire to survive the events still unfolding. My struggle will prove worthwhile when I know that I have effected positive change, if I know the accountability I am fighting for spares the pain of another after me—with this, I will come out the other side stronger, even proud. I am a mother, a daughter, a sister and more. In 2005, I fell in love with the law and, not unlike an acolyte, became wholly dedicated to the pursuit of justice for countless clients to the exclusion of normal pursuits (and sleep) until the first of several catalyst events in late 2022 tore my world and life completely asunder. Without question, the Catalyst that set me on my path today was my near complete breakdown – spiritually and psychologically – almost causing me to take my own life on November 14, 2023. In utter hopelessness, I watched my mother painfully dying with needless emotional suffering as a collateral casualty of the prior year’s litigation I was forced into—a consequence of the illegal and (to put it mildly) foolish actions of my deceased ex-husband's former employees and their agents—scumbags who kidnapped my children while I was hospitalized in a coma with traumatic brain injuries. The facts of my story really are the stuff of bad movies and dime store novels. Inevitably, I arrived at the decision to take extreme actions. Acutely aware of just how gross a miscarriage of justice these events were from my legal background, I uniquely understood the response necessitated more than just a fight back. With absolute resolve in bringing to justice the criminals and their agents who had brought this terribleness upon us, I began to do just that – from every possible angle, including by my renewed political activism dormant since before COVID. I decided the time had come to burn it all down, metaphorically speaking of course. What follows now are the ashes left by a mother's rage.