Diary Entry #1

12/31/2021

It’s been five years since I learned that I was a TI. And I’m still reminding myself to shield my head, as my brain is the area I need to protect and prevent being compromised the most, in order to function.

I’m past the shock of not finding help or support from public hotlines — either my calls were redirected or the staff at these resource centers were mind controlled to deny me any comfort, relief or help. I’ve been hung up on more times than I can count at the Human Trafficking phone lines.

At the dawn of a new year, I find myself still starting from square one — with shielding ideas. Ones that I forget to implement or get discouraged to implement, but that I hope by writing and sharing those ideas with the world, I might find some motivation to remind myself, however many times I need to.

Unfortunately, I’ve received a mental health diagnosis to cover up the fact that I am a TI. One that comes pretty close to schizophrenia. It’s frightening how powerless I feel with this label. As long as I live to see another day, without my rights being overtly violated, I know I can fight to see the day when justice will be on my side, on this community’s side.