I’m being held under false pretence that I was suicidal when I was not at all, after being bullied and manhandled by police who broke into my apartment and performed a humiliation ritual by dragging me out in too-tight handcuffs, letting my top ride up and basically bear my breasts as I was walked down the stairs barefoot, claiming my flip-flops were a risk.

I just received my court papers for tomorrow and the distortions in there are outrageous.

They claim I “accepted” hospitalization — categorically now, I did not and have been firmly opposing this forced hospitalization.

They say I have a “grandiose delusional belief” that I can cut myself without bleeding — no. I bleed when I get cut, but the one time I slit both wrists open in 2021, I did not bleed. That’s not delusion. That’s what happened.

And here’s the cherry-picking: they don’t mention the 1,800 mg of codeine and half-bottle of Jägermeister I took on July 7th 2022 — which should have killed two adults — that I survived. They just leave it out.

When I arrived at the Montréal General — after being assaulted by police, handcuffed like a common criminal, and mocked for praying in Hebrew — the admitting nurse quietly acknowledged that the protocols were broken.

There was a large number of staff watching on as she took my vitals. I told her about my impossible survivals to explain why I had no intentions of trying to take my life again, and when I got to that part, she asked me to explain to the onlookers what Jägermeister was — and suddenly there was a whole conversation about that liquor among the staff. They were literally turning my survival into theatre.

This is not care. This is containment, coercion, and narrative control.

You’re not documenting the truth. You’re writing a script — and I won’t play the role you’ve assigned me.

There is someone who used to be a friend here in the same psychiatric unit right now on the fourth floor of the Montreal General who expressed anger about the fact that I have survived and that I am shining — apparently I shouldn’t look as good as I do and definitely shouldn’t be functioning as well as I do. That is seriously fucked up and VERY TELLING.

You all have a problem with me surviving impossible things. Well, I’m so sorry to exist. Not.

Considering I was engineered by MKUltra based on Nazi research and am a literal mutant:

Get over it.