CHAINS UNCHAINED

BREAKING FREE

THE STORY OF HOPE AND RESILIENCE

I'm tired. Tired of living in this relentless state of fight or flight, where every day feels like a battle just to step outside my own front door. I long for the days when I could walk out into the world without a shadow of trepidation, when life was about joy and spontaneity, not fear and vigilance. I miss that freedom—the kind where you can just go out and have a good time, worry-free and carefree.

But now, it feels like I'm always looking over my shoulder, waiting for something to go wrong. Thats what its like when you're targeted by the deep state cartel you never get a moments rest even if you never leave your home. Even when nothing is happening you still feel those after effects. You think about how being targeted has changed your perception of how you will be received by others. I used to be a social butterfly i always loved communicating with people meeting people giving hugs and warm embraces. But now I can't stand to be touched particularly by men specifically I am what they call TRAUMA TOUCH REPULSED.

A lot of things changed over the years me being a really physical and mushy becoming severely distanced. Now the feeling of someone’s hands on me makes me want to scream. A former friend of mine put his hand on my shoulder and I immediately froze and wanted to pull away at once.

I feel afraid when someone touches me. I feel odd. Hugs have become so foreign to me. I hate them. When people tell me their love language is physical touch, I look down at them thinking wow “how needy.”

All targeted are going to have if you don't have already PTSD from all of this organized stalking. Just think of how many people have averted us and left us to marinate in our emotions and simmer in our anger or private miseries. The perps use the WHEEL OF TORTURE it's just labeled with the days of the week and everyday it's something different you just never know what your day will be like. If it's quiet, or you're not being harassed then they're most likely at a neighborhood watch meeting planning out their next plan of torture for you.

Going back to the trauma touch, even if I don’t verbalize it I feel like internally just irritation that I wasn’t asked. I start to implode. But I don’t say this because I don’t want to hurt people's feelings. I hate it. It bothers me that I feel this way, because I know being hugged isn’t a threatening gesture but I do not want to be touched by anyone right now. I am a victim and a survivor of sexual violence and this has gotten worse for me over the years since the incident happened. I had to go to a rape crisis counselor to deal with it but I have yet to overcome this issue in my life but the aftermath and the mental injury I have suffered has left me traumatized, emotionally wounded and broken like a puzzle. I still have nightmares to this day I wish it would stop and I could feel safe again. Years later I realized that this person was a setup by the deep state cartel. He was extremely handsome, polished, and just my type. We had a three year relationship but nothing prepared me for what he did to me, I was in love with him but didn't know he was working I was being infiltrated. They call these attractive men “Romeos” and the attractive women are called “Honeypots”. There's more to this story but I'll talk about that more in another post.

Brushing up against me can trigger me. That's why I don't like going to certain places where there's a high probability of that happening.

I've become incredibly sensitized to that, this is actually the first time in speaking out about it. I have kept so much in for too long but this literally makes me implode. Please respect my space particularly when I'm alone cuz that's when that's likely to happen.

It makes me livid to see bad people getting away with their crimes while innocent lives are shattered, leaving us to pick up the pieces. The chains that bind us are heavy, and though I believe freedom is imminent, the damage has already been done.

We've been robbed of so many precious things—our peace, our trust, our friends, our jobs, families, material possessions, sense of safety. I would like to return to a convivial atmosphere. In my quest for self-preservation, I've stopped loving people. I've stopped dating because I can't bear the thought of being set up or hurt again. I've shut down that part of my life entirely, isolating myself because it feels like no one truly cares or understands what I'm going through. Why open myself up to more pain? But not only that most men (NOT ALL) are just looking for a casual sexual encounter, financial support, and just to use you for something that they need. They're not looking for romance or love. They're going to be disloyal, unfaithful, dishonest, and untrustworthy anyway. Relationships bring lots of drama but most people think that they are a prerequisite for happiness. My least favorite type of man is the womanizer. The man who thinks that women are disposable toys and objectifies women and reduces them to their sexual body parts. The man that uses locker room banter with vulgarity, you know the guy who talks like a YouTube comment.

Anywho, deep down, I know this isn't how life is meant to be lived. We deserve reparations for this modern-day slavery. We deserve a chance to heal and rebuild what has been broken. I hold onto hope that one day, everyone who feels trapped like I do will be set free. That we can all return to a normal life—a life where love, trust, and community aren't just distant memories but present realities.

It's time for our lives to be restored. It's time for us to break free from these chains and reclaim the freedom we've lost. Together, we can find our way back to a world where we don't just survive but truly live.