On Saturday, April 12th at approximately 7:26PM I started feeling something affect me that I can only describe as impending death. It was caused by the people perpetrating the same electrical harassment I have been enduring for months now. This started in North Olmsted, and I decided I didn’t want to die sitting at the house, I would prefer to die closer to my partner. As I drove, nothing changed and when I got into Westlake, I parked in a parking garage in Crocker Park and informed my partner.
As I waited to die alone (because my partner is not allowed to leave the store when she needs to), I contemplated why I was dying. And the only thing I could come up with is no one wants to believe what happened at my job, my parents have been turned into people I don’t recognize- willing to lie about heinous things to make them look better. My brother Doyle blocking me on discord as I’m trying to share information about what is happening to me saying I’m suffering mental health issues, then the police in North Olmsted claiming this is mental health instead of looking at the measurements.
I am currently sitting on my bed awaiting the next time I need to get my partner from work or take her to school alone, while being tortured with electricity to feel like I’m in opiate withdrawal. Even though I’ve been stable on my suboxone.