I Did a Thing.

The reason I wanted to study law in the first place was to understand how the system works.

I had been on the receiving end of sex discrimination. I lost my job, my place in the community, and was cast aside by people who chose to listen to old men in positions of power rather than those who truly serve the community and have its best interests at heart.

The fight was bitter. It was unfair. But I believed in my case. I refused to let my daughter see a mother who backed down. I am a strong woman. I am a mother. And I was raised by a strong mother who taught me to stand up for what is right.

So, after two years of thinking about that courtroom—of living and breathing the details of my case—I won. And now, it’s time to let it go.

It’s time to move on and look at the future I might have in the legal world.

The truth is, I am capable of so much. Yet society tried to tell me who I should be. When I stepped outside that mould, I was shamed. Guilt-tripped. Silenced.

But society is changing.

Getting justice gave me back some of the confidence they stripped from me. It gave that little girl inside—the one who always believed she could win—the chance to win.

She never left. She was just quiet for a while. And now she’s wide awake.

I never want to be belittled again. I never want to be silenced or neglected. And neither should my daughters, their daughters, or the countless women who live with injustice every single day.

So I put pen to paper. I wrote my story.

Because it happened.

I am not vengeful. I am not bitter. But they were.

I didn’t lie. They did.

And now I can sleep—knowing the truth is out, and I can hold my head high.