No Games
I’ve been called weak my entire life. Even my personal care physician called me a snowflake. He was about 5'1, I could have blown him over with a word. But I don’t because I’m not an abuser, I hold them accountable. It’s not easy, it’s the hardest thing anyone can do. I have experienced unimaginable torture at the hands of my abusers, literal torture, at actual torture sites. But I’m weak? That’s hardly even laughable, it’s too ignorant. I have been places, seen things, done things that have taken out the “strongest”, “smartest”, most “gifted” people in the world. I survived when they couldn’t, over and over and over again. Why, because the last thing I could ever be is weak. I was determined to survive, to tell the truth, to bring down a corrupt organization that cares nothing for life in any way. An organization that preys on the vulnerable, blackmails everyone and manipulates the masses into believing propaganda. I had to survive insurmountable odds, impossible circumstances, unbearable pain, and suffering. I’m still here, I’ll go when I am ready and no sooner! I came into this world for a purpose, my abusers tried their best to keep me from it. Forty-six years later and I’m still here fighting against tyranny, fascism, injustice, abuse, and corruption, alone with no money and no support. I’m obviously not playing any games!
People keep punishing me for saying it and that’s why I won’t stop! My life matters, my children’s lives matter! Black lives matter! And also, #metoo
