My email from today, which I will be copy/pasting all over
My sincerest apologies for endeavoring to make you feel a weight of responsibility, despite your extreme busyness and disconnection from what is happening.
I understand my communications have been like self-curses of impossibility, that need someone to step through and be brave for me about. It is meant to be people that know of me and my goodness who do that.
I’m making people crazy up here by reflection. I have been entirely honest and an innocent victim of tortured and disabled circumstance which is inescapable alone. The assumption that isn’t true is the hardest thing in the world for me. I’m the best parent who is navigating the stress projection of unsafe, unhelped schizophrenia. That’s what I’m saying. I’ll be fine when I’m safe and set on a path back to my daughter. I really don’t have manic delusions anymore. What is seen now is conscious, survival driven, executive dysfunction ridden outbursts of genuine somatic healing which still torture my feelings. I have to laugh after I cry.
This situation has me seem a monster online. I’m a victim of that monstrosity for how I’ve been holding out my hand in knowing so long.
I’m communicating consciously, cruelly, and comedically through executive dysfunction. I have been seeking literacy to break the cycle. But people don’t know me personally who have the right foundations, and that’s the problem.
If you can pay someone to find a lawyer to take my case, I would pay back in abundance. If you can eventually send me a nice message or have someone I was reaching out to do that; it would save my heart for your art.
Thank you,
Daphne
my restorative justice case
I had a law group fully willing to take me on if I had a retainer and fees, even as I was communicating like a long winded schizophrenic. It just needs to be an ADA/Olmstead/parental rights type firm which can operate in Washington State. I’m a shoe in settlement.
