I never would have gotten into the situation I was in to be injected had not my Dad been so unreasonably cruel and selfish. I wasn't forced to be injected, but I was lied to. I wasn't told about the severe side effects. And the doctor, although he was nice, falsely stated that the success rate is higher with injections than with pills. That isn't completely true. There's no way statistics can be shown for that conclusion. And what led up to my injection could have been prevented with love, support, and compassion. But I was provoked. And I was severely gang-stalked for a long while leading up to that point--and still am being gang-stalked to some degree. And I reacted the way I thought was necessary. And I had chances not to go to the behavioral center I went to. A doctor/nurse practitioner at the Baptist Hospital in Beaumont, Texas discharged me to go home, but my Mom thought I should get help so eventually I went to the Baptist Behavioral Center, after that nurse practitioner or doctor changed his mind. (My mom talked to him or either the nurse on the phone.) And I didn't want to return to my apartment either. Even though I had my apartment at that time, I was staying with my parents, because the gang-stalking was so bad at the apartment complex. Even prior to talking to the nurse practitioner/doctor at the hospital, a security guard told me I wasn't under the Orange police department's jurisdiction, and could go home, (he said he was doing me a favor) but I had no ride at the time, since I was brought there by an ambulance. I apologize if any of my recent comments seem crazy or strange to many of you. But I made a sacrifice with standing up to GOD, in a way I feel is necessary. After typing those comments, I felt something inside, like I improved a little bit. Like something was lightened in my body, and closer to my full recovery. I still pray, hope and believe for recovery. And I pray you all don't give up on GOD. I haven't given up on him. I just needed to vent and release what I was feeling inside. Sometimes I vent and release extremely. Peace and love.
additional notes: a) with standing up to God (by standing up to God)
b) the nurse practitioner/doctor at the hospital is different from the one at the behavioral center. There were two doctors at the behavioral center (that I talked with), and they both were nice.
c) I told the nurse to call my Mom, that's what initiated the conversation with her and the nurse or the nurse practitioner. I didn't want to go to my apartment. At the time, I rather be there than at my apartment. But that's without having knowledge at the time about injections. The injections would come later, some time after being moved to the behavioral center.
