Let’s just say there was a series of unfortunate events and generational abuses that set toxic behavior patterns that I was no longer able to tolerate because I went into emotional crisis connected to me helping expose all those priests in PA… read my book… I was dealing with very complex sexual abuse issues… I found out about Grandpa  around the same time I had a very violent and painful Kundalini eruption. And recovered memories… lots of recovered memories. It was like I was an instant alien to everyone around me. I don’t know. I wish it would all just end. It’s all so fucking complicated. Bottom line, I ended up blowing all sorts of whistles at the Red Cross. I know the system erased me, banned me, and dehumanized me. Erie has a governing body that is sexually abusive and I would argue that’s because there have been generations of citizens who were sexually abused by the educational institutions in this town and the Churches. No one wants to address that. I have seen way too much. My immediate family is very toxic and they really don’t give a damn if I’m dead or alive. Zero fucks at all. What happens to people who have a legitimate grievance against the governing bodies? Homeless and hungry like me!