Greetings,

I can't believe it's already been 3 months since my last update.
Wait...
Yes I can.
Repeated abuses, both by the travesty we have as a court system, and as either a direct or indirect result of actions by my cheating ex, has affected me all levels: physical, emotional, intellectual, and financial.  Time has become very strange, as I can no longer maintain a normal sleep pattern due to anxiety and depression (not without a shit-ton of meds, which I can't afford anyway), and the combined effects have made life difficult for me in a multitude of ways. I lose track of days, events, and thoughts now, when I never did before.  The difference is substantial, and time has become like a rubber band. 5 days can seem like 1 long work day.  Sometimes 1 day seems like 3.  I no longer pay my bills on time - haven't for months.  The only thing, and I mean this quite literally, that I get right is being on time for my visitation, and even that requires more energy than it should.
Every time I have tried to heal, the sources of the original pain and injuries reappear to fuck with my life again, and further exascerbate my injuries - namely, the joke that we call the legal system in this country. Don't be stupid enough to let anyone convince you that any part of our government is here to serve the people. I know you WANT to believe that...you are TOLD to believe that...and then those that comprise that entity reveal themselves to be greedy, narcissistic, pedophilic sociopaths - and we just go right along with our day and ignore it.
Sadly, I can't.
I was raised to believe in certain things, and when I am forced to live in a corruption of that ideal, and that corruption affects my life on a very real level, it just cannot be ignored.  I have suffered PTSD since 2002 - the source? A Virginia State Trooper threatened my life when I politely asked for a copy of the witness list after suffering a forward ejection through the sunroof of an SUV that was flipping over at 40 mph. Had it not been for the EMT's that showed up at that moment, that narcissistic bully with a badge may have ended my life.  EVERY single encounter I have had with the system since then, has been of equal ridiculousness, been equally corrupt, been morally and ethically wrong, and an egregious misuse of the authority GIVEN to these people (the fact it is given seems to have been forgotten).
I have been writing, however.  I write because it's the only outlet I have.  The state, in collusion with my ex, were complicit in assault, battery, perjury, kidnapping, defamation, misrepresentation, adultery, and extortion. This left me pretty much without the means to do much else, so I do the best I can with what I have.  It isn't easy, living every moment of every day in outrage and indignation, of seeing the principles I was raised on become as useless as wedding vows, of having double-digit IQ nimrods abuse you physically and emotionally - just because they have the immunity to do so.
And we, as normal citizens, normally do not have the means to strike back. But I CAN write.
And I will.
My non-fiction work may get me sued. I don't care. I'll have all the transcripts, texts, emails, and other evidence to back it up. I've decided, you see, that if I cannot win against the shit-show that is our government, the lease I can do is continue to tell the truth.  This will be sure to make some ass-fucks upset.  Too bad.  It's my life, and I'll tell the facts of it, one way or another.  If they didn't want their deeds exposed, don't do the shit to begin with - pretty simple, right?
So, every interaction I have is now recorded, names taken, details noted. I may not be able to avoid the damage caused by the incompetance, greed, and sheer sociopathy I encounter in our 'authority' figures and institutions, but I can sure as fuck expose it.

Until next time,

~Namaste