The System

My journey begins on April 18, 2007. It spans to September 25, 2010. The three years could be described as driving down a normal street in Anywhere, USA. However, it' Halloween every night. It all began when I was injured in two traumatic car accidents which occured weeks apart. Following the accidents, my thinking is at times normal, at times irratic. During this period, my aunt, who was a force throughout my early childhood on and off, re-enters my life after I see her in a local grocery store. This aunt of mine is directly opposed to my mother who only did good for me. My aunt, having since childhood brainwashed me into her way of thinking which involved a religion that she took way too far, tells me to leave my parents and go on my own. Once again pulling me away from my mother and leading me down another bad path, I spin completely out of control, losing everything. As my life becomes worse and worse, so does my mental state due to the trauma of the accidents. After various delusions and a medical mishap, my delusions spill over into what I can only describe as the Twilight Zone. Soon I am led from that dark place to what I refer as The System, referring to the legal system. Waking up thinking I'm in a movie about a bank robbery, I wake up in the morning and proceed to go to my local bank. Not needing money as I had fifty-five thousand dollars in a nearby financial institution, I believe upon arrival that all the people in the bank are actors and I must play my part in the movie as a bank robber. What results from this terrible and unfortunate situation is serious jail time, time in an institution for the criminally insane, as well as a civil hospital. The stories of people in these places and the sights that I see there, as well as the process through these many legs of The System that I, my parents, and my legal team must navigate to free myself, are truly extraordinary. It's a modern day One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, only to an extreme, yet with a more positive ending, as I'm cleared of all the charges. I end up with no record at all as a matter of fact. In the words of the judge in my case, when the charges are dropped, “in this case, justice was served.”