More.

Also something new is being said to me. And I consider it a new form of abuse and plan on submitting it that way from now on. And remembering it for the rest of my life.

People are telling me this is all my fault. Because I was mean to Eric. I am damaged. There is permanent nerve damage to my hands and feet. And the symptoms in them is getting worse or changing now. I wouldn't know, because my doctors are back in silent mode again. But that's what I suspect. I don't even know what the future holds with that. If I lost my hands or feet, what would I do? How would I live? What kind of situation would I be in then? And you have to consider the distant future too. Well, unlike 15-20 years ago this time I at least know my doctors are withholding that information from me. I have to be careful what I say with that. Because when Wayne County Probate Court and police are concerned about my health, their solution is to take me away in cuffs. And then I lose all contact with the outside world where they take me. But that is what's happening with that. And my life is forever shortened by Type 2 Diabetes. I left with no one to clean my house now with the beginnings of my mobility issues. No one will help me in anyway. I am abandoned and all alone. I have no friends or family, no one to turn to. No one to even just talk to and reassure me now. And I face the bleak prospect of living the rest of my life this way. That above and all the rest I have already gone into. Along with having to worry about whatever Wayne County Probate Court and the Detroit police are planning now. A short, unhappy life that forever changed and ended for me September 15, 2025.

And I got all of that and deserver it all because I was mean to Eric once or twice. Is that correct? Is that what I am supposed to believe for the rest of my life now?