I'm not going to pretend that I'm not scared. The letter that the public hospital's neurology department head sent not only claimed that nothing happened but also threatened that they'd do anything to keep me silent. I've had my fair share of living on the bad side of corruption, but this takes the cake.
When Rotten destroyed my chances of getting medical treatment, my health plunged. My body is mutilating me from the inside. My article in Midland was merely a slap on her wrist. It didn't change a thing other than show that the city's public hospital may be beyond saving. There is no humanity left in a hospital that should cater to the poor, to the disabled, to the helpless.
They've threatened to ruin my life if I talk about it one more time. However, I can't let this pass anymore. How many disabled people's lives will Rotten ruin, maybe even kill, for her belief that people need to deserve to survive? Yes, I have bipolar mania. I never hid that fact, but it was weaponized in a way that even my psychiatrist was insulted. She's not there to heal but to torture. That department head is no better. He's a foul-mouthed liar using a white coat to conceal the viciousness within him.
I wrote Dented State of Mind for people like me, the disabled, the lost, and the helpless. I will pay the price for it, but I hope to touch people's hearts and make a cushion for myself to make my painful years ahead more bearable for my family, friends, and fur children.
With a bounty on my head, I remain determined.