Sylvanna Devlin

After everything I didn’t live through…. So less than a year now. Compounding my PTSD.

What happened to my neighborhood wasn’t done by the same individual who trashed my reputation; credit score; prevented me from passing a background check for an apartment – or should my disabilities abate, work; prevented me from educational volunteering; stole my stuff and gaslighted me and the police with some and sold others; made my immediate neighbors paranoid of me – and for that matter myself paranoid of them; set the troll-bot on me over again etc so forth, and scuppered my fiction career by posting my work as selling it wasn’t working out.

That just turned out to be in the favor of more dangerous individuals.

Sounds excessive doesn’t it?

Makes you wonder why.

She’s even threatened to steal my cat. Not just any fur-ball. But a documented therapy animal. Because she’s that awesome.

I thought it was because nothing killed me. So she just kept testing limits like all abusers.

But I think she might have seen jail before and was willing to kill to prevent going back.

I little bird told me about prison.

So yes, she shat on me, abused me, said “oops wrong person” then continued to shit on and abuse the whole building because her reputation is at stake.

Oh the irony.