🐍 The Snakes Who Stole My Home

People think losing your home happens with one big, dramatic moment — like the sheriff at the door with an eviction notice. The truth? It’s a thousand little lies, stacked until you can’t breathe.

Here’s mine:

I was told to go sign a “neutral” paper. Just routine. Just a notary check. Nothing to worry about. I said out loud: “I’m afraid this is a setup.” I was promised it wasn’t. Guaranteed.

Guess what? It was.

They had me thumbprint like it was about ID. It wasn’t.

They misrepresented what I was doing.

They used the notary process as a weapon.

That’s not me agreeing to anything. That’s them tricking me into giving up everything.

And while I was spinning in their lies, I was also living with a front door that doesn’t lock, blue chemical water backing up in my sink, and constant threats of sheriffs and “lock changes” that made no sense. You don’t attach a new lock to a door that doesn’t even close.

The whole thing was designed to break me — to make me too tired, too scared, too overwhelmed to fight back.

But here’s what they didn’t count on:

Fraud stops the clock. The law knows that if you’re tricked, misled, or coerced, the deadlines don’t run. My signature under deception/coercion is not consent.

So when you wonder why I pace at 3am, why I can’t sleep, why I keep fighting? This is why.

Because it’s not just about me.

This isn’t one bad landlord or one shady lawyer. This is a system that eats people alive — and the only way to beat it is to drag it into the light.

That’s why I’m going public. That’s why I’m starting crowdfunding. Because they want me to stay small, silent, and scared. And I’m not going to.