A BRIGHTER FUTURE

Today is Tuesday October the 16, 2020 and I have decided to finish my book by the 16th so I am giving myself a deadline finally and a goal. It has been very difficult trying to do these things while constantly being shuffled around or harassed in one way or another however I am proud of myself that during all over the turmoil I have still managed to stay strong and not get into any bad habits that would potentially ruin me. I have been tested many times within the last year ever since I had my hand injury and at first I was very defensive. Going to church really helped me a lot because it seemed I felt abandoned by my sister and x which was extremely hurtful. Then I went through all the harassment by police swat teams among other strange unexplainable situations to finding a place on Hero Way and Ronald Reagan Blvd in Leander. I felt this was a good place for me at the time because I joined the VFW Auxiliary there and continued with a new therapist and continued going to church. Then I felt uneasy when I realized my roommate's wife had cameras on me while they were in India and I moved to Kemah to be closer to my grandmother, mother and father. I don't regret going there because I was able to spend time with my grandmother who turned 100 years old this year and my mom. I do regret moving to the area next to an old friend from 20 years ago who has become an alcoholic. I also regret confiding in her about the disagreements between my sister and I because I feel like she used it to make me look bad or "crazy" as she was telling others. Even though I kept to myself there were rumors being spread about me the whole time I lived there that I wasn't aware of until it stared to affect me personally. I started having issues getting my mail, prescriptions, prices were inflated at the stores. I started being followed every time I left my condo. I wasn't able to call my mom or friends because the phone would go to voicemail and they couldn't call me either. Then one night I went out I was drugged and ended up getting arrested for DWI then held against my will for a week in jail. I was stripped naked, drugged again, then mentally tormented about my son and father. Then while I was in alone in a cell naked and hallucinating a woman came up and asked me if I had any jewelry or anything of value to help me post bail I said no. Then I went into another holding cell and a lady in there told me that she heard me asking for a Doctor and if I felt like I had been drugged. I told her yes and she looked at another lady as if to say it was her. Then I went to the nurse and she took my blood and told me I wasn't "pregnant' which was very strange because I hadn't had sex in over a year. Then I was held for a week in a pod with these women who were mocking me and keeping me awake all night talking about all sorts of gross things like drugs and other things that I would rather not remember because they made me very uncomfortable. My constitutional rights were violated and I was treated inhumane and falsely accused of a DWI even though I wasn't drinking or driving. Then when I got out my apartment had been ransacked and land documents missing along with my passport and medication. My cats were left without the air conditioner on and with no water, food or litter box. Also when I went to jail I had my contacts on and when I got out I had my glasses on and I didn't have my house keys but had to get them from a suspicious tow truck driver that charged me $500 to get my car out from some place called "Dash Towing" that was owned by some lady in New York.

When I left I was mentally traumatized and physically drained but the harassments continued to go on and then when I tried to move out I was physically threatened and stopped from getting any of my belongings. I was illegally evicted then any time I would make arrangements was blocked with vehicles then one day a man I never saw before said if I didn't move my car he was going to hit it with his truck. A lady named Brandy they nicknamed "gladiator" started charging at me another day when I was talking to my friend Carrie on the phone trying to move things. Another time I went to get some things with my mom and Carrie, Natosha showed up after fishing drunk and having her friends block my our way with their truck, she was so drunk she could barely walk straight and said nothing to Carrie, my mom or me. From there I put some things in storage and stayed one night with Carrie then went to my cousin Evie's house in Houston.

I hadn't seen her since I was 12 years old she is my second cousin so my mom's cousin Lupita's daughter. When I got there we were catching up and she was telling me that we were related through my grandpa's mother who is Italian because she had a son named Lalo with someone else before she married my great grandpa who was in the Navy and was the father of my grandpa who was in the Navy and his two brothers who were also. She said they were Sicilian and that her real father wasn't Carl who we grew up with and that her mother had another daughter she found out about after Lupita died of cancer. Then she said that her and Lupita had never gotten along with each other and that Edwin the guy she dated since high school had two kids with her but didn't help her. She said she lost her job at the dentist office and that I could stay there and pay $400/month for a room. I was in a bind so I figured since she was family it would be o.k.

I was going back and forth from my storage and finally rented a U-Haul and I went to my apartment and everything was gone except the bed and sofa.

Then I went to my cousins after all the stuff out of storage was out and set up my music studio but she left during a hurricane that was a scheduled to hit Galveston to see her to see her boyfriend in Mississippi. I stayed and babysat her 13 year old daughter gave her money for gas then helped with the house for her other daughter Julia her finance Carlos and their 5 year old Ethan. She stayed gone for a week then came back to the house and on September 1st the older daughter Julia and her family told her they were moving into an apartment and wouldn't be paying rent for the month. So then she asked if I could pay $800 instaed of $400 but she wouldn't let me put my bed inside or any of my furniture. I started to get overwhelmed becasue she was constantly asking me to do things for her like go to Jack in the Box at 11 pm. I wouldn't mind if I hadn't already been moving and not getting sleep becasue I was sleeping on a twin matress that was left there that was very uncomfortable. I needed to get away and also get my mind clear so I came to Austin and hung out with some friemds for a weekend. When I got back she woke me up from a map saying I needed to get my things out because she got evicted becasue of my cat over tehr weekend. I had emailed her an article I saw that evictions weren't in affect all year because of the pandemic previoulsy so I knew she was lying. I just started to move things because she was pressuring me and came to Austin with my cat and put her in a hotel. The whole week I kept trying to make arrangements to go get the stuff from her house but kept getting the run around. Then I managed to go the following week then I she told me she sold all of my stuff and she left a bag of clothing at my other cousin Jessica's house. I came back to Austin thankful I had gotten out alive and with what I had left and went to church on Sunday with a friend I invited named Lana who has been going through similar circumstances. I went up to the altar after church and asked for healing for my hand then they prayed over me and said they felt the spirit of witchcraft on me. Then pastor prayed over me and said that I am an intercessor and that people are wishing harm on me because of it but that God loves me very much and has forgiven all of my past and the past of all my ancestors. I went to the Doctor yesterday and he said that he still hasn't gotten my medical records yet from Dr. Stewart at Texas Orthopedics he requested last August but that he would request them again and let me know when to come back. He said that my hand would most likely never be the same but that it would defiantly improve with a surgery so I am thankful of this and lookin forward to a brighter better future!