Now in the last month of 2021 I am worried what is going to happen to me in 2022. I cannot look far into the future anymore. My ambitions, my dearms came to stop this year.
Am i going to loose my house? Is the government going to lock me up? Am i still able to buy food? Or are they going to strap me down and with force stick a needle in my body.?
My childhood was not so great. I learned from a young age that my body is not my body. That is what happens when you are being molested.
I grew up with two mantras. This was told to me thousands of times.
The first was. Your body is not yours, you do not even own your butt, you are mine.
The second that one came later. There is no god. I am god.
It was years of hard work to give my childhood a place, I had to learn that my body is mine. For most people that is just a given. But not for me.
I am the custodian. Nobody owns my body. Nobody without my concent is allowed to do anything to it. My body is my temple and after years of hard work i have installed personal inner watchdogs in front of it. Nobody is allowed in without concent.
I am horrified what the government wants to do to my body, stick a needle in my arm and inject something against my will.
I am not a child anymore, I am not a victim. I am a fighter and I am going to fight this. Till death if need be.