Last Sunday night was one of the darkest in my life. I was forcibly removed from my group home by meth addicts for what they called “snitching.” There I was, abandoned and betrayed, left with nothing but a few belongings and the cold, unwelcoming lawn of Telecare to sleep on. Homeless. My cries for help went unheard, and when I called my mother, threatening suicide in a moment of absolute desperation, she hung up on me. That hang-up was like a final blow—a door slammed shut on my last shred of hope.
In my hysteria, I called 911. I was completely out of control, and I know the tapes of that call may be released and circulated on social media this week. Will people hear my cry and recognize the truth, or will they turn a blind eye like so many others have?
With no support from the very counselors who are supposed to help, I somehow managed to navigate myself into a temporary crisis unit. Here, I am protected, hidden away by the county and the state, my identity and location kept anonymous for my safety. But this safety is temporary, and the fight isn’t over.
I’ve been fighting this war on multiple fronts. On one side, there’s my family. The same people who are supposed to love me, but the counselors agree—they’re trying to kill me. On the other, I’m battling the family business manager, Paul Dunlap, who I’ve accused of discrimination against my mental illness. For that, I’m now facing a possible defamation suit. It’s ironic, isn’t it? I have no money, barely any possessions left, and yet I’m being threatened with legal action. It feels like the final kick when you’re already down. I’ve lost almost everything, except for my computer and electronics, which have become my weapon of choice in this war.
I’ve posted to this blog, frantically and with passion, calling out the injustices I’ve faced. I will not be silenced. I may be in a corner, but like a cat with nowhere else to go, I will fight back, vicious and fierce. I will not back down. I continue to battle for my life—every day, every hour. And I will use every tool at my disposal to expose the truth.
Stay with me on this journey, because I’m not going down without a fight.
by Dan and Bonkers
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