Sylvanna Devlin

What are you really like?

Was some of it actually done by your world famous father?

Yes. And while I do at times call him an asshole, really he was stupid enough to yell his bullshit outside a listening window. He believed the gaslighting and lies because he’s old and didn’t really know much about me as the good memories he asked me to focus on were about 25 years ago.

Let’s just not air family dirty laundry though. Because there’s a painful history I don’t want to delve into publicly.

So what am I like? Sweet, kind, sensitive, easy to get along with and good at communication.

I’m also fierce, ferocious, and terrible at communication if I’m the subject.

I’m smart but in a way a woman would more likely be. I can see the world from any perspective thus to everyone I’m “just like them”. So unless they too want to discuss physics on the playa, they won’t really see it.

I am a very talented writer who was on the cusp of quite the career until my stalker pulled the rug out from under me. Now PTSD and bipolar have created a toxic mix that landed me on supplemental disability.

I’m doing my best to study something I can do part time no matter what.

I’m the real Tabitha’s real mom.

I don’t lie – even though I should.

And I’ve been shat on far too much.

I also did try going to the hospital the week of my suicide attempt. They did not do an evaluation and sent me away. So what really can I do?

My stalker started a cult and the whole very militarized organization is fooled into “oh I just want her suicidal so she’s out of the picture.” When really he wants me dead.

My spiritual writing being inconveniently mine and my autonomy so important he doesn’t see why I won’t “obey” him. No I’m not shitting you. It’s the pseudo ex of the “I don’t see why you want to be polite when I don’t value it” fame.

Seriously.

I’ve written so much, met so many people, and been shat on so thoroughly in both areas I’m always suicidal and it’s really a matter of degrees.

No one can survive that much, and I wouldn’t have if it weren’t for three weeks in the hospital and the Devlin clan pulling together afterwards.

I’m not sure how much more I can take though.