The mission of justexhale.org is to raise awareness of the STIGMA associated with Mental Health in our society and its crippling real-life affects by speaking openly of harsh truths.
Welcome.
I established this website in 2019 after recognizing that I had allowed a deceitful individual, masquerading as a trusted family friend, into my life. Having known this person for 16 years, I was blindsided by the betrayal that followed. My experiences reveal the significant challenges I have faced over the past six years due to widespread corruption in Colorado. Additionally, I have unearthed troubling repressed memories from my early childhood, marked by abuse. This website serves as a cautionary tale, encouraging others to critically evaluate whom they choose to trust. It is imperative to understand that many individuals may appear trustworthy on the surface but could have ulterior motives. Those who know you well may exploit your vulnerabilities, making it difficult to escape their influence without taking drastic action. The impact of this situation continues to affect my life daily, as well as the life of my 15-year-old son. My intention is to alert others to be vigilant in their relationships and to recognize the signs of potential deceit.
I am no longer ashamed to admit to being a targeted victim.
SHAME is amongst the most painful, self-punishment-evoking, unnecessary wrinkle-causing and detrimental venom to survive, for me. Over time, the feeling of abandonment and gut-wrenching hopelessness, ingrained so deeply and for so long prevents many targeted victims from escaping. And that's before the whole financial sabotage.
The very lies I began to believe, were conveyed to only a few key players that knew me. That made my "story" seem flimsy - okay, flimsier to begin with.
To everyone that could help me escape.
Gossip takes care of the rest.
When I was suddenly desperate to stay alive, "wolf" had been called by me, too many times. All carefully orchestrated by a person I had "known" for 16 years.
He knew enough to tear down the most important things to me because he knew me, should I ever try and escape.
My first husband left me and my first two children, on Christmas day, 1996. Only after moving us from Seattle, Washington to Steamboat Springs, Colorado.
I've made so many reactionary life decisions since then.
Best Christmas present ever. Still.
1998 was the year I purchased a $500k life insurance policy $28.43/month, fixed. I know that amount by memory. I paid that as a single mother for [mainly] the entire time.
I lost that life insurance policy in 2019. Because I was facing homelessness. For the second time.
Because of an obsessed predator. with a large inheritence from his famous uncle to do it. An obsession since we met, for sixteen years prior to this.
A sociopath. A malignant narcissist - which is the deepest darkness you never want to meet, with absolutely no empathy what so ever.
Like Mussolini.
I earned my Associate of Arts, first generation, at the Art Institute of Seattle, at age 21.
I worked at a Denny's {that used to be on Denny Way} waiting tables in green polyester, full-time while
maintaining a somewhat heavy class schedule, and graduating early. A program where 75% of the class dropped out in the first quarter.
I decided to pay attention. I removed bad influences in my life.
I did the math on the hard cost of one four-hour class, with interest, on money I was borrowing. I didn't miss a day after that.
As it turned out, my mother was keeping the living expense money that I didn't know my grandmother intended for me the whole time.
I learned I was pregnant with my daughter 5 days after receiving my degree.
All of my children are each an amazing gift.
My grown kids kept me alive financially and all three have been my heroes since, well birth.
My experience as a targeted, vulnerable lamb to the slaughter began when I had
recently nearly died 13 times from a routine gallbladder removal. That was just after leaving my then husband that was so abusive mentally and physically that he broke 4 of my ribs and convinced me I did it to myself. I was suicide drinking then.
I have not had a drink containing alcohol since
August 11, 2017, and I’ll never go back.
The day my kidnapper showed to “save me” early and unexpectedly. I could barely walk or speak.
My experiences since have been riddled with corruption, harassment and denial
of basic human needs at every level of the State of Colorado government because of a likely bribe to a county judge in 2019.
I have quite a 'story' that I plan to prove true beyond any reasonable doubt by just about any conscious human being.
I am only getting started. My son needs me and I need him. Now.
He is 14, going on twenty.
