I live the Big Lie.
The biggest Lie is when I go to my therapist and psychiatrist’s office. We all lie.
We all Pretend.
They Pretend I have a Mental Illness so the gangstalking and Voice to Skull I get becomes “symptoms”. No one gets to be accountable, no one suffers but me. I pretend I’m Ill so I can get pills to help the relentless depression and anxiety, the constant escalating gangstalking produces. I tried the fish oil and the vitamins. They were Not Enough.
The Doctors dream up more and more excessive diagnoses for my “illness”…I become more “disabled” by the minute. I’m halfway to mental retardation or complete insanity now. I let them do it. I can’t live without the pills that let me survive.
Three years ago the perps got me to such a low point I could not eat, could not sleep, could not sit in a chair for over 5 minutes. They are very proud.
They played God and hurt me deep….they cooked up a Lie to bring me down.
So, after the misery of what they did…I started to play along. I did what they wanted all along. I took the pills. I listened to them as they restricted my life more and more with more and more threats. I got a little relief at first and then it got bad again, except this time I’m fat again with the pills and lost all that conditioning I got from all those little walks when I took my life in my hands not knowing what would happen on the way to and from the Park.
1. People trying to run me over
2. Trucks pretending to sideswipe me
3. Skits always.
4. Dead Animals
5. Police Following me Around
6. Police almost Arresting me
7. Getting propostioned to by men
8. Meeting a “boyfriend” who was being paid to snitch on me
ETC ETC yet I walked…until I started to swallow the pills
I don’t know what happened. When the first few pounds came on, I LIed to myself and tried to diet them off. They would not budge. I would go on a 3 day fast and the scale would not budge. My walks became less and less frequent. I became scared to walk as I grew heavier. I Lied to myself I was better off without those walks. But I’m not.
I started eating more to compensate for my extra anxiety due to less exercise.
My life is not better with the pills. Just more manageable. Now I’m an addict to the pills and my gangstalking problems are even worse. I was healthy now I’m weak and tired.
It all started with a LIe.