To the professionals who keep sabotaging my hard work:

To the professionals who keep sabotaging my hard work: You hide behind a fake facade of community care and justice—so people defend your honour, unaware of your dishonesty. But I see you. I know what you did. You lied to the police. You manipulate behind closed doors because you can’t manipulate me. You smear my name because you can’t bend my spirit. But here’s the thing: every time you try to knock me down, I rise stronger. You pull strings behind the scenes and plot in the shadows—but I never needed you to thrive. In fact, you’d have done more for our town working with me. You can’t sabotage opportunities that live beyond your reach. And the ones you have succeeded to take? Watch them return to me—threefold—with karma on my shoulder. I am a warrior for fair treatment, especially for the disabled and marginalised. You can blacklist me locally, stalk my work, and whisper poison into people’s ears for three years—but I’m still standing. Still winning. Because what I do comes from truth....