This is a different J6 story. Actually, J6 was barely even the start of it. It’s more about what happened after.

For those of you who do not know me I am a flight attendant, a proud daughter, a loyal friend, a previous paramedic, and once upon a time…I was myself.

On January 6th, 2021 even though I was a peaceful and lawful protester I was doxxed and deemed a domestic terrorist before the day was even over.

January 7th I was told, “Let me know when you get through airport security. They’re after you. They’re trying to get you on the no fly list so can’t leave the city.”

January 8th I gained knowledge that an online petition with was created making numerous false claims in an attempt to portray me in a negative light to get me terminated and prosecuted “for my treason.” I was merely just there.

Treason in some instances can be punishable by death. This is about so much more than January 6th.

By January 10th I feared for my safety to the point that I fled my home and flew to stay with a friend. I didn’t tell my family that I was only two hours away because I feared for their safety and upsetting them.

This is not just about January 6th.

February 2nd I received a knock on my door from the FBI. They questioned me and cleared me of wrong doing within minutes. Unfortunately I was still interrogated afterwards.

But not from the FBI. Since fellow flight attendants were the ones falsely accusing me, I did what I thought was best and went to my employer for help.

Instead I was treated like a criminal.

It was my employer who interrogated me for ~ fifteen intermittent hours. It was so severe that a map of the Capitol and a marker was placed in front of me while the meeting door was open. Nearby cubicles were well within earshot. I couldn’t think, speak or articulate and I had to look for a nearby waste bin because I thought I was going to vomit.