To My Stars

Dear Elle and Leaves,

    This has been difficult. I never wanted to hurt you not even for one second. You were some of my north stars. I miss you. I struggle every day to stay present. Elle worked long and hard for that hospital. As did my father. I have to respect the work that was done. I owe you a great deal. I can't waste your work. I will honor what you did. By not letting this be a tragedy. You lifted me up. I must honor that. I hope you understand. I must forgive those who have wronged me. Not forget. But forgive. I can't expect everyone to understand. 

    Maybe my families are starting to see the bigger picture of the dangers of legalized drugs and mental manipulation. Maybe not. Maybe they will forever remain buried in their ignorance. Maybe they will continue to judge me, and remain buried in hatred. Maybe they will continue to idolize the magic maker Prichards and his friend Malacheck. But I cannot do the same. I have to move on. God will judge us all. I have to move on. I'm trying to move on. I have to help others and be a better example, while not enabling or encouraging wrong.

    If nothing else, I do this for you. I can at least try. I cannot fall back on evening the score with my families. Though I'm concerned for who else may have been harmed at MIP or Greenville Psychiatropy. I am concerned. I have reason to be concerned. It is a fact that gabapentin was misused in the 90s and the company got in trouble for it. I was a minor. I was miseducated on legalized drugs. Unraveling the truth is taking so much time because there are people that want to bury it. And that causes harm and draws out the process, and by now so very many people have suffered for the actions of my families. I have to be strong and speak out, to put an end to this kind of manipulation. IMA knows. City Center knows. By now half the damn world should know the dangers of bad psychiatry. I'm rather certain they are pissed off enough about it. 

    But I'm doing this for the kids, and for the good eggs. I'm saying "no" to bad psychiatry. The same bad psychiatry that so many people have learned to hate just by knowing me. Anmed. Greenville Ketamine. Mindwell. The list is endless. These people know the dangers of bad psychiatry. Maybe they are not familiar with Assmussen. But God will judge him too. Prick. 

    Anyways, I'm doing this for y'all. For your blood, sweat, and tears. And for the kids. Every now and then I still think about giving up. But that would be a betrayal of what you did. They will never cease to try to stop me, but I will never stop warning people about bad psychiatry and people who have practiced it or profited from encouraging it. Just follow my history and you know who and what to avoid. I will honor your efforts if you honor my wishes: DO NOT FORGET THE DANGERS OF BAD PSYCHIATRY. Just by walking around, I'm spreading the word. This is what it looks like. 

Ashes