Things don’t get better by diagnosis, look how much has gone wrong for me in life, since being misdiagnosed, and don’t now think as things get worse for me, giving up is not untimely, or appropriate, to discontinue some discussions, or allow there to be peace in terms of what voices do or don’t exist, or determine whats controlling, which outcomes in life, starting on a personal level. If my discussion of voices was not valued, and ruining my entire life, and every relationship, make clear what voices do or do not do for me in life, it’s clearly something I need to focus on, or else be made fun of for not getting something or missing an issue while figuring out my own life and being open and honest with everyone. In every way Ive lost, accept how that happened, in every way I was sued, accept what that means, in every year I suffered, come to terms with what that meant, in every way confronted, find meaning in that, in every way I was threatened scared to death, identified an issue, got an issue wrong, represented a people type, didn’t get to be accepted, hurt or harmed, made fun of, respected, remembered, or not valued, remember those moments to. It’s not me who needs to forget my struggles in life, to know my life, my worth, whats of issue, steer clear of all sexuality period, and modeling, and discussion of words, if that’s being used to serve as a basis for diagnosis, in the end its not my life or love that matters or story, that is going to inspire, if you have been convinced Im stupid or hurtful or try to remind me of fabricated records of what I sounded like, decide to mischaracterize my work or innocence in life. I can accept if this person wants to hurt me and make voiced worse, then that is my fate, if this person wants to call me fat ugly old and bald that’s is way of hurting me, in the end I have to figure out why Im alive and who Im alive for, and know when to discontinue contact period with everyone, its not my job to write and write be made fun of, to describe myself be hurt, or expect to move forward, like anyones learning about me, to help me in life, or that winning trust means to record to write everything down to make things better, maybe things wont get better. Maybe mental health is something that I will never be forgiven for, and will be considered something about me that makes me less smart, or not able to work, function in life be accepted or have a life, maybe in the end for all the reasons Im losing in life, considered watch or not trusted or stupid or cant keep track of dislike or voices, or things that Ive said that were found to not be sufficient, or argued against me as not a scientific and positive take on voices, isn’t about me changing my writing or my life or lose by a system or concern you find trivial, or let my life be ruined or expect me to talk to anyone or be helped, I think in every way I was not treated as human being or a good woman, is for all the reasons I could die, or get sick, or fail in life in ways that not only make me look bad, but make my life decidedly more difficult. And maybe that’s the joke about writing, you think just keeps going and doesn’t make sense, in the end its about what I think is necessary to prevent illness, and make things better, not about anything else. And I know I would not have the success I have today, had I not improved, and don’t need to be reminded of examples when you think I sound mentally ill or have identified an issue you think I should lose by in life, that’s your peace and justification, and this is my life and its for me to manage my life identity and be considerate of what others thinks, not use a diagnosis or voices or lawsuit to keep beating me up or blaming me, or making fun of me, or hurt my feelings in life, until you think justice is served, if that’s how you want to view voices and think they should exist in my life, and don’t care if I get beaten to death, then that’s one less person that cares whether Im alive or not. And maybe the issue is whether I can keep track of dislike or know what Ive done wrong, and I don’t think in the 39 years of life that I have lived, does anyone know me better or is anyone able to support me or help me in spite of any amount of “voices” that don’t exist, in the end its not me who gave up on others, or didn’t do my best, its about who gave up on me and views punishment as necessary to preserve to any peace, and seek to exclude me or think killing me, or using a hate website to cause me sickness and convince others I am sick is proper. In the end I have to be well on my own, and live life like everyone else, I had a good life deserved to live life, didn’t short anyone in life, am who I say I am, am losing weight and getting job interviews, and clearly with a hate website made worse, maybe nothing is possible for me in life, that doesn’t mean I have to speak in public, or continue to write online and be bullied, or try to talk to a DA or any government official, its not me whos forgotten who I was, or need to be reminded they think Im “ugly fat bald” and a loser, in the end its my life in pictures and I get to decide when I die, or who Im dying for, and that’s not his job!