Sylvanna Devlin

While gaslighting occasionally convinces me there’s a psychopath who doesn’t know boundaries and will wreck havoc on my in order to annihilate me.

I think really?

“Nothing personal, mate. We’re just white terrorists and terrorist employees. Some racially bigoted, but they’re more “useful” than in charge.”

I mean if you want an easy to froth up group of assholes those prejudiced shitty people are easy to manipulate.

“Man. Though, this country is unruly and out of control.

Everyone is squabbling.

“I don’t care who is right anymore the fake news demonizes both sides so an angry gut and shooting from the hip are all The public has to guide them.””

“This has to stop. We have to gain:

Control

I never did understand the idea the abuse in Petaluma was out of a need to control me.

I mean?

Who the fuck, and why the fuck? We’re not in a relationship so that motive? Meh. What’s more I listen to authorities. Actual authorities. I’m a little wild and free but I can be brought in to roost.

I don’t hurt anyone unless mere anxiety that I exist is somehow my fault.

But when I point out how few I’ve hurt – and those out of a relationship mess – gaslighters actually try to convince me to take the fall for some other bitch.

You don’t get someone who burned with compassion who isn’t Buddhist. Most didn’t strive to be kind and understanding on the level I did. Purposefully hoping to cheer up strangers as I pass. An ear to anyone even a stranger.

Let’s stop fucking around.

I radiated with kindness.

Even when my ex drove me into a mad froth I tried to still be kind

But appearances changed with the abuse of an identity thief who didn’t just want to open credit cards. She wanted to take over my life. Replace me. Use my slot in society.

But she’s not good at being me so tried to change me before my final day on earth. She was part of an alienation of everyone connected to one certain person. Because she shat on him trying to get information on my past. And he had influence.

My spiritual writing, my glow were too difficult for her. So every time I chose to go back to compassion despite whatever she had done to my reputation now. I lengthened the time she had before she could kill me.

She succeeded at isolating me, alienating me, keeping others at bay.

She had to make my sister so paranoid she ended up in the morgue. Because she knew me. Loved me. And like everyone in my family. Would continue to do so because our idea of love was warts and all.

But I digress. That I was well liked but “wild and crazy” was what was at issue in 2022 and probably all of 2023.

Scared people trying to control society through abuse picked on me because I was irrepressible. Surly if Melissa “fucking” Devlin could be “brought to order” they could take power over less impossible “enemies”

Oh, excuse me

“Subjects”

Women who use psychological warfare on someone will claim till the end of days.

“It was out of love.”

That fucked up totalitarian kind of “caring”

But they do not know the meaning of love if they think this an okay way to behave.

Men?

It differs. Most don’t use an excuse to try to have power. It’s assumed they would want it. Because men.

And until recently, they were the majority of victims of that kind of abuse.

So we’ll just walk away from that.

2024 saw the rise of the copy cat. But she was young and foolish and not really as dangerous as my “hunters”. Indeed she liked my wild and free reputation.

So I suspect she became a target of the control troll bot.

In 2025 the three year old situation became dangerous. I tried to kill myself and spent months sleeping off major surgery.

In 2026, almost on the anniversary of the start of this, it came to the following situation:

There are terrorists who use me, and others like me as a “demoralization focal point.”

There are bitches who knew and tried to keep me in filth too depressed to do anything. Nit picking, reactive abuse didn’t matter. As long as I was a vegetable they could shit on me and enjoy the privacy they wouldn’t give me.

Playing stupid. Was just a method of:

Control

Abuse and igniting my PTSD?

A way to make me “suicidal” because I had lived for years with a death-wish. They were betting on it. I’d survive a 72 “voices” telling me to kill myself right?

Yeah, no.

But isolating me, making me too paranoid to take the garbage out. Pinning me in place has odd backing.

Probably the same assholes.

Because when they fuck up and kill me, someone could entirely “become me”

The fewer who saw me, the easier it would be. The less distinct and more neutral I was bitched into would appear to be a destruction she flies out of and “Sylvanna Devlin is a phoenix, changed”

So if you fucking don’t mind?

As that individual is a terrorist

I will continue to try to lose weight, fix my teeth, get contacts, wax till I’m good at waxing. And try to learn to be careful of gel tips I do myself.

The glue does eventually fail. But a break is only a break.

The more on fire I am by myself the more likely my survival is. But it’s making controlling women hesitant.

If I start to do things others enjoy, they get shat on. So they take matters into their own hands

I’d like to learn Hindi but they find it so alien and she finds it so difficult, so they shit on anything Hindi related.

Shit on, steal, trash my side of anything I want to do. Keep me crushed. Make me feel miserable and trapped no matter how ludicrous a fight would be.

And the terrorist who is fine with that because they’re doing her a favor.

So gaslighting insults or true assholery?

The c*** crowd saw dollar signs. Abuse me into being a whore. That would surely make the terrorist uninterested…

Come on!

Similar techniques are used to the ones that aggravated my PTSD

Worse? It’s middle school tactics and I am barely holding on to life. Withdrawing from the world.

Which suits the terrorist just fine.