Next morning I go to my therapist. She's actually told me outright I did the best thing in her opinion by taking my power back from these idiots. I was living like a victim, holed up waiting for the next organ they want to take out of me, or a drug now FDA approved for use. Nope.

So that gets us to Tuesday, when I woke up and saw my own rib bones were showing and bruising my skin. Enough. I sat down in my newly bleached everything apartment and started forcing down my liquid food supplements. I vomited most of it up, but then one stayed down. And another.

My house in Tucson finally closed. I started crying over that. Kept forcing down nutritional shakes. Thought I would die I was so shaky and weak and sad. Thought I would die in my beautiful, now gone forever Tucson home. Gutted my soul. I made 0 money but am debt and house free.

I had 1k left in the charity account, exactly enough to bring the Mitsubishi home. It had been sitting with the mechanic for almost 2 years in Tucson, they restored her bit by bit whenever I could find some money to give them, and she arrived on the truck Thursday! I cried a lot.

Friday found more calm as I hydrated and began solid food. Avocado. Hummus. Yogurt. By Saturday I wasn't rib bruised and I was walking without my cane which I had come to have to use due to debilitating weakness from years of clinical cachexia unresolved.

Lesson: Eating and good hydration are a faster way for me to feel strong and clear-headed. Avoiding oncology suites and most medical asshats is the first step to my freedom. I lift a cockroach-free coffee in #gratitude for my freedom from the chains of greed.

All the emergency backup is gone but for one extra patrol car. The maintenance and service people where I live are heroes, night patrol lady Dee makes me feel safe. She's protecting and serving debilitated humans against the US Death Machine. I eat, I feel stronger and stronger.

The only death here is roaches. I eat, I drink coffee from a new, clean coffee mug. I will never go back to the Death Doctors. I will continue my nutritional practice. I will walk. I will strengthen myself with nutrition and love and honest, cockroach-free living. No more victim.

I miss my life before, and don't know what lies ahead, but it will not involve liars and thieves. It will not involve broken human systems unless I'm part of an active #resistance against my screw-the-people-let's-get-richer. Shkreli is in prison, not me. #justice sometimes wins.

Read all your posts, and congratulations on taking control by stepping away from that dark place. ❤️If you decide to go back, it won't be a failure, but a compromise you choose. *If you ever do a podcast, please call it Cockroach Coffee.*