See, I'm confident. That despite the fact that they own the house and the car, I won't be homeless. They won't threaten me. Not when there's people watching. Not when the hospitals, the FBI, Public Health, and just about the entire state of South Carolina knows pretty much everything. And I won't go back. Because I'm tired and on fewer meds like Clozaril. There's many names for my life. Fear of Harm is one. Stockholm syndrome is another. Overmedicalization is another. Undue Influence. Multistate Clusterfuck.
They'll still idealize me. They'll still push. But I need to FOCUS on REAL LIFE. Even if that means having the FBI stand between myself and my families. I need to focus on the cooking and cleaning and trying to get emotionally regulated again. So the government can work this out for good. I'm divorcing my families. Leaving the bubble. De-cultifying. As quietly as they allow me to do that. I know IMA is watching. I know there are others. They are going to see this through. Me too. Maybe less conquer the world. Maybe let the young people shine. I know my friends are watching.
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