I know what it's like to be a prisoner of your own mind, to be terrorized by the outside world, and to seek safety anywhere.

One of my more readily pulled to memory regrets was how I handled going to the FBI. d I had no idea what I was doing. I had no idea if I was going to even see someone. I assumed incorrectly they would just take the computer and look at it. No. They didn't.

I wasted that money for nothing to be told it was all a mental illness issue. And now I have to fight that on my own with more money. a.