@littlecaesars@doordash NO ONE CARED! Called LC Corp office in Detroit... Operator Brenda was gatekeeping and REFUSED to put me through to anyone other than the help line that DIDNT help at all.
so what say you @littlecaesars@doordash? At you liking the police report attention
@littlecaesars@doordash Let me tell you a story of a Doordash driver STEALING a pizza order. And Caesars DOING NOTHING TO FIX IT!
May1st, placed order LC website. DD supposed to deliver. 23, yes, 23 DD drivers later, it is found out the first one, STOLE the order.
@littlecaesars@doordash 1 driver for DD to LC "help line" (my ass, no help at all) that the store says the order was picked up OVER AN HOUR prior! LC help refused to call the store to authorize remaking the order. The driver tried explaining to the store it wasnt delivered.
Found charges on my medical, to a provider out of MO, that I dont know! I contacted @Humana... endless transfers to ppl not at their phones for fraud. This company, charging $300 EVERY 10 DAYS is NOT LEGIT! Called @USDOJ_Intl, LEAVE A MESSAGE! Are we SERIOUS about fraud? Or NOT?
been taking care of personal things, thus away from here. But I just read one GOP House member from CA died. and in the days time frame, another GOP House member is involved in serious crash?
Sorry, my radar is going off, they are trying to take the house, by taking out members
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Maybe a brief glimpse into my absence...
The Cost of Survival — By Amy W
I didn’t ask for this life. I didn’t ask for the pain, the trauma, the betrayal, or the hate. But it showed up anyway—uninvited, unrelenting, and unforgiving. And somehow, I survived it. Not by choice, not because I had some grand plan or a shining light to follow. I survived it because I didn’t die.
That’s not dramatic. That’s just math.
I carry scars you can’t see—some carved by fists and failure, others by silence and betrayal. I’ve been betrayed by people who should’ve protected me. I’ve had bones broken, rights stripped, and trust turned into a weapon. I’ve lived through a murderer’s legacy and wore his name like a brand I never asked for.
But I also learned.
Pain taught me how to read people. How to see what they hide, what they fear, what they’re too afraid to admit. Hate taught me to question everything, to never take words at face value. And betrayal taught me the difference between being needed and being used.
I didn’t learn those lessons in classrooms. I learned them in courtrooms, dark corners, cold institutions, and with my back to the wall.
Do I wish I could go back and rewrite it? Of course I do. Anyone would. But the truth is—if I erased those chapters, I wouldn’t be who I am. I wouldn’t see through bullshit. I wouldn’t know how to fight. I wouldn’t be able to protect others the way I do now. I might still have peace—but I’d be blind to what the world really is.
And I can’t trade what I’ve become just to make the pain go away.
I don’t romanticize survival. I hate this life more often than I love it. I get tired. I break down. My memory betrays me. My body fails me. The people around me flail and self-destruct while I sit with a walker, a thousand-yard stare, and a burning need to find purpose in the mess.
I’m not here to inspire you. I’m here because I refuse to disappear.
I know my faults. I know the ugly parts. But I also know this: most people couldn’t survive what I’ve endured. And the ones who try to play alpha, to puff up and control everything? They’ve never seen what real pain costs. They pretend. I remember.
So, no. I wouldn’t change a thing.
Because the version of me that lived a normal life wouldn’t have the fire to stand against injustice. She wouldn’t have the gall to look authority in the face and say “No.” She wouldn’t fight for others like I do now.
And she sure as hell wouldn’t be able to rule a building full of lunatics like it’s a twisted little kingdom of her own.
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