Silence

The last of what remains is being taken away today. Deputy Kottich will be coming soon enough to hospitalize me. I am vomiting, having diarrhea, sinus drainage and I haven’t been able to eat. I tried to medicate but I can’t take enough to stop it. The hospital and shelter won’t allow my medication so I will regress and possibly become bedbound again or succumb to my disease. It is ME/CFS, not CFS like Methodist puts in their chart. My Nebraska Medicine chart where the doctor I can no longer see (Being trafficked and robbed of $500,000 with no assistance will do it.) practices has it listed correctly.

I won’t be able to communicate and honestly no longer care to see anyone except for Miss Amanda. She has been the only person who has cared and tried desperately to get others to do the right thing. Unfortunately it is easier to just let human traffickers and criminals rule the state. Police and citizens alike have to stand by and watch the destruction, death and torture every day while those who refuse to allow action are safely hidden away or enjoying a bit of criminality themselves.

I hope that Deputy Kottich is armed and will kindly shoot me. If he refuses, I refuse to preserve my life. I choose death over living in a world that believes the good must die so that criminals can do their worst. They have done and continue to do their worst to everyone. The murder of my mom and now me is proof. I won’t assist in this. My conscience won’t allow it. God won’t allow it. It is beyond unconscionable.

I am ready to come home, Allah. I can serve You and humanity no longer. There are no miracles to be had. Let my homecoming be my lesson and set me free. I am a bird or a wild horse that has been tortured, imprisoned and left to die by the world who is more than aware. There is no purpose in it. Set me free, Allah. - Your humble servant, Darcy