Sylvanna Devlin

My reputation was of a lovey-dovey type – perpetually writing, charismatic and overall good natured.

I don’t drink, smoke, do drugs, I would emotionally eat if I didn’t keep curbing it, I would write too much if my PTSD hadn’t scuppered that coping mechanism too. Music is hacked into.

Exercise is a challenge right now.

I have Prayer and Meditation.

And she’s looking for ways to interrupt and gaslight away my relationship to God.

Commenting on and criticizing every element- just as she does with the rest of my life.

Just as the women here do – at least those using reactive abuse to curb and control me even though all I’d like to do is write. Thank you.

They were willing to accept “stigma” as a story rather than admit they were trying to take matters into their own hands.

It’s not that a terrorist wants me dead and they want to help so she stops. Tempting as that is to believe because the terrorist wants me corralled and controlled and if I die it’s as an anonymous body so she can entirely take over.

Nope. For some reason I have been mistaken for a woman with a lot of money who is bizarrely hiding out here while torturing everyone including myself and my very real response to the abuse is “an act”.

Okay ladies. As annoyed as I am by how foolish that sounds. Some people really are that good at lying.

Someone conned you into any belief – even viscous atrocities – rumors that have possibly prevented me from ever working again.

You have been that awful.

And felt justified doing so.

You promised to thieve “just to see if I kill myself

Do you understand how terrible that is?

You hurt my cat, so she must come everywhere with me.

You have your dogs crap outside my window.

You dump excrement into the garbage.

You lie, you cheat, you steal.

And you think I should know why.

It doesn’t matter I’m too hacked for google to work.

You really do think I should know why you are all being so evil and “hey sure, whatever, stigma” was almost humoring me.

I don’t know all the terrorist has done. But as she’s practiced on me, I have learned how the computer tricks work.

But I wouldn’t be much of one if I was using them and told you how.

This is not the movies.

And I may be larger than life – when up and about. But I am real and really am inclined to be a sweetheart even after all that has happened to me.

You’ve been conned by her. And don’t want to admit it. So are doubling down I must deserve it in some way.

But if you don’t let go of blaming me to learn (or wait to learn) who she really is. I’ll end up dead and she will get away with being a terrorist.

Reality is. You don’t want to admit to being duped. No one does.

It makes us feel stupid.

But it doesn’t mean you are.

It means she’s that talented and that skilled at lying.