What a powerful piece of art 💫
This is the play I was meant to be at the night I was brought into Rose Ward, Springfield, Tooting, under a section 2. Ask the Police and my brother, there really were no grounds to section me at the assessment. It was like the decision was made before the assessment took place. Then trying to escape to make the play the following night, devastating occurrences occurred which some know and some never will for vital reasons. Then I did manage to escape (trying to find a safe house) but due to one of my best friend’s husband being brainwashed by my ex’s stubborn thinking I needed the ‘middle ground’ of a little bit of medication and that I was ‘not well’ (despite him going off speaking with my mother and not speaking or seeing me), people were called when I specifically asked for no one to be told especially my ex. The consequences brought me back to Rose ward being driven in the ‘cage’ for 2 hours. A totally unnecessary stressful day for all involved. It did not have to be like that and I could have easily stayed in a premier inn nearby. It was eventually a tragic day after one hell of an escape and journey to get there (the Kent coast). I still need to apologise to my friend who ended up in tears trying to help me. Then I managed to escape again, this time a 9ft fence (please don’t ask me how as I might have to do it again one day). Alice Bond is her own weapon! No phone, no cards. My mother didn’t return my key box code to the code I said it needs to be or leave my set of keys in there which is for certain people should they need to get into my flat for whatever reason. The code is known and based on trust. Rainbow 🌈 Prophecy Warriors, Gods, Angels and Spirits protect my flat hence why you can’t see them but trust us they are powerful so I wouldn’t mess with it if I were you. Ask people who have! So I wasn’t sure who or where to go for a safe house so I went to a vulnerable person’s purely because I didn’t know my friends’ addresses off by heart. (I am going to arrange a safe house with a friend and write down their address so I have this for the future but obviously technology can always pick up my voice even if I don’t have my traceable/trackable devices on me). So I got to his home. Tooting to Camberwell via Wandsworth walking. He was in a fairly fragile state, often is but he was so kind buying me tobacco which isn’t cheap, lending me his boxers as I was menstruating and needed to clean the knickers I’d been wearing (I’m sorry to be graffic but you get the desperation) and bought me tampax. The ambulance, police and my mother eventually left the building thinking I had already gone but I think due to his technology picking up my voice/location, Mars Security Department, a private company linked with the Tories I bet came and picked me up and took me back. I’m no fool working out who spoke to who and who works for who, please do correct me if I’m wrong?! Then they moved me to Jupiter Ward which is a mixed ward but much harder to escape from. Due to not being able to stay in my friend’s flat (yes by this time it has become an international global debate most of which said leave me in the safe house hence the NHS services leaving me there), I wanted to do some healing on/with him and make Toby’s art exhibition Behind The Smile which was in Essex. I was planning to bike there as had no access to my car but equally couldn’t access my bike due to my mother not leaving my spare keys so I was going to ask my friend to lend me the money for the train ticket. Please bear in mind absolutely none of these desperate measures were necessary if I were just left to carry on with my life and diabolical decisions wouldn’t lead to catastrophic consequences but hey you’re in the system and some people just love to make decisions for me. On Jupiter Ward, I pulled out all stops, did everything I could trying to sway staff etc, even tweeting some guys in Hollywood, I think consequentially the British Embassy were called, correct me if I’m wrong, to make a gig in Essex but I couldn’t escape or get to it. Then the psychopathic sadist that is Mary Howlett who happens to be a shrink and patients have died under is brought in to assess me on the day my section 2 is due to end (28.5.25) for a section 3. Everybody in heaven and on earth who knows Howlett would know she would go for the section 3 despite appearing the sanest woman on the planet. So now I’m on a section 3 on risperidone with horrific side effects when my one request is to not be medicated and I’m not allowed to smoke because I don’t have leave because they think I’ll abscond. I’ve brought and had tobacco brought in for me so many times, there is enough tobacco to win a bloody war in the staff area! Shame I cannot smoke it! But this is my war and that is part of it, the right to smoke. If you knew the side effects of these meds (risperidone and all the others I’ve been on), you wouldn’t think life was worth living. So do I think these patients are a danger to themselves or others? I wasn’t but if they are, I think for some, especially me, the services and system are the most dangerous and the scariest environment I or they could be in. Ironic isn’t it. They’ve also been trying to give me clonazepam 3x a day 2mg and if I’d been taking it, I’d be dependent on it now. Benzos are harder to get off than heroine so that seems pretty negligible to me. I’ve heard on two separate occasions in wards, ‘this isn’t a hotel’ to which my response is, ‘I didn’t think it was a torture chamber either’ because if you don’t take their poisonous, side effect riddled trillions making medication then you get surrounded by about 10 nurses and security in blue gloves and pinned down/held down and injected. So…why am I doing this? Because the buck has to stop with me. This has to STOP! It cannot carry on. It is ‘inhumane’ and people are literally dying due to the system and due to the fact it is happening to me, them and/or others. I wish for a moment people would stop thinking about money or people being statistics and actually think about the cost of a life and the consequences of putting me in hospital because this admission and the last one were not necessary and too many unnecessary lives have been lost unfortunately not completely unrelated. Please help me change it because you do not want this for your friends, family or children and when it affects you, you’ll be kicking yourselves you didn’t get involved to stop it. I have ideas, solutions and I’m gonna do my best to implement them but it takes everyone, it always does! If you knew, you’d just wish I’d been left to it and made Michael’s play. Bless him 🙏
I’ve now been moved to Ward 2 and have been refusing the meds so getting the poison out of my system so I can do my healing on myself and others. I cannot stress enough, I am a healer, an energy healer and long distance healer. I do healing from here to some people in California so even if there is the slightest trace of poison/medication in my system, it can affect my healing hands, energy, balance and I cannot do my work so please when I say fuck off, leave me alone in my SAFE SPACE, I BLOODY MEAN IT! PLEASE FOR THE FINAL BLOODY TIME, LEAVE ME IN MY FLAT AND GO AWAY! IF I NEED YOUR HELP OR NEED ANYONE, I WILL LET YOU KNOW. OTHER THAN THAT, DON’T YOU DARE COME ANYWHERE NEAR ME AND PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH ME UNLESS I SAY YOU CAN! 🆘
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