Grand Finale?

From the Ghostwriter:

I’ve been reluctant to write this post, perhaps in a bit of denial, but…

They finally broke her.

The blogger is no longer involved in this blog, and we are no longer speaking.

First, they made her believe that they didn’t care about the blog and it wasn’t getting her anywhere, and that there was no way out.

Then, they managed to convince her that I was not really her friend, and that I was somehow the cause of her suffering…that by ending our friendship, she would be able to be at peace and have the life she wants.

They roped her into some form of trauma therapy that they said would heal her, and gave her a lot of false hope.

I don’t really know the details of how they accomplished that. It happened over a period time, and she became very secretive, dishonest, and manipulative.

At times, I barely recognized her, and she avoided any real conversations about what was going on.

She wasn’t the best liar that ever lived, and the lies became the norm, I could never get the truth.

I don’t believe their promises to her will pan out. They never do.

Currently, she is living in mental health housing; they finally did put her in apartment.

How she is getting by, I don’t know. I was buying the bulk of her groceries and supplying other needs up until the end…I am no longer doing so.

It was my choice to end communication. It became increasingly evident to me that I was only being strung along to provide financial support. I had no desire to continue being used that way, because she was clearly no longer trying to get out or help herself.

I have been harassed and threatened by unidentified sources (and some which I recognize) for awhile, but it’s becoming less frequent.

The blog will stay open.

If the harassment continues, so will the blog. There’s a great deal that has yet to be told.

Thank you for all your support!

–the Ghostwriter (now sole blogger.)

P.S. the stats on the blog have spiked significantly in the few days, many people viewing it but never commenting. Since I’ve not posted anything in a awhile, I assume it’s people in the system now reading what was written. I’m sure she’s shown the blog to her new “confidante.”


I’m at the urgent care today.

They had to make sure I didn’t have the flu, just couldn’t stop vomiting.

No flu.

Doctor here thinks it is the vraylar.


On to the next deadly drug, I suppose.

I don’t understand why they keep changing my meds.

When I got out of the state hospital, I was stable. The meds were “working.”

They say that’s why they send people there…and they don’t get out until they’re stable.

But DBH immediately started changing them, adding more and more.

It makes no sense…

Since these drugs take time before you actually know if they’re going to work…but they change my meds every few weeks…none of it actually works or has time to.

But each new drug combo makes me sicker and sicker.

For months now, nothing they’ve done works.

It doesn’t make sense…unless you factor in that it may all be perfectly intentional.

(Remember the bouncy balls?)

These people have be to educated well enough to know better.

-Via the Ghostwriter


This vraylar is horrible poison!

I’ve had a growing migraine since I started it. Been in bed pretty much all day. I feel like my head is going to explode…

I feel like death.

Plus, I’m nauseas and vomiting regularly and it’s getting worse.

I never want to take another med as long as I live!

But I’ll have to.

Court ordered.

Because it’s “good” for me.

And if I tell anyone, they’ll say I’m making it all up…for attention.


-via the ghostwriter


My therapist continues to insist that I go through some form of trauma therapy…

BEFORE I have to witness against my attacker in court.

I have several issues with this.

First, there’s no way I can get through a lifetime of abuse trauma in the next few months.

I fear that I’ll go into that courtroom more exposed and overwhelmed with it.

Second, I don’t trust my therapist AT ALL. The games continue, same old story every single time.

Thirdly, I don’t feel ready for trauma therapy, and being coerced makes me less and less comfortable with it.

Every week she throws out some new form of trauma therapy, and tries to get to agree to it.

Here’s the latest:

“Trauma Conversion Therapy”

I have literally scoured the internet and this is all the info available…except that the man who developed it never finished his application process for his trademark on it.

I’ve asked around, no one has ever heard of it.

If I agree to it, I’d have to see another therapist I’ve never met before.

Actually, a new therapist is appealing.

But delving onto my deepest trauma with a stranger isn’t.

And the track record of these “professionals” doesn’t give me much hope.

I’m not agreeing to it…

But I realize that I may not have a choice.

My meds are changed every time I go in.

Vraylar is the latest…never heard of it, can’t pronounce it.

Do these people realize it takes TIME for psychotropic meds to work properly?

Janie doesn’t leave me on anything long enough to find out if it’s going to help or not.

I’ve been pretty stable, no self harm since the last blog about it.

So…why the change?

I don’t know what the hell they’re doing…it appears they don’t either…

But beneath all the confusion, I see a bigger, organized plan at work.

–via the ghostwriter


Finally, some good news!

I’ve been approved for my own housing.

It’s an apartment with no roommates.


Unless I can find part time work, I’ll be living on $40/month and $25/month in food stamps…

Somehow that just seems wrong…but at least I’ll have privacy and don’t have put up with another mental health patient day in and day out.

Should be able to move in before the end of the month.


–via the ghostwriter

My Dream Job


While I appreciate your recommendation that I apply for a psych tech job at the state hospital, I respectfully decline.

I simply do not have the sadistic urge to torment patients and watch them die slow deaths in a dark, oppressive environment with no hope of escape.

Besides, I despise the staff and I am still attempting to recover from the nightmare of my stay there.

$11.07/hr won’t make up for it.

Thank you, but I will seek happiness and employment elsewhere.



–via the ghostwriter