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I have fired all of my whitecoats a long time ago. And never hired them back. It was over my first (known) intersect with a BWF weapon manufactured in Lab 257 on Plum Island. All denied Lyme disease existed. Or exists for 2 weeks or so only. Right, it’s just arthritis and depression. The spectacular gaslighting was my first slide into the twilight zone and also prepared me for the dynamics with family and friends, which repeated over Hoaxid, but by then it was just the final shreds. There was no help, none, nada, except for one doc who offered me assistance in filing a disability claim. At the height of my life. Instead I went to war, while I had never before felt such deep exhaustion, and $60,000 out of pocket, and years later I made my come-back, having gone to where no-one should ever go alone. Fifteen years thence, including jumping the next BWF attack, you have taken the words right out of my mind.

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