Sometimes it seems to me gang stalking is never going to end. There are days that I’m sure you just want to give up: Why fight, you say to yourself? I can’t take this anymore, you’ll think. This hurts too much, I can’t go on.
But you can survive this horrible thing happening to you. When I get to asking myself these questions, I think of other people who survived horrific things and lived to tell about it. These people survived because they wouldn’t give up in spite of the evil things done to them.
I think of all those men who fought in the wars and imprisoned. These men beaten, starved, and sometimes, even raped, never gave up. They believed that what was happening to them would end some day, and eventually it did. These men give me courage when I need it. When I need strength, I think of them.
I was watching a story one day about a Mexican man who was kidnapped by a group of drug dealers. They sent a message to his wife that if she didn’t send them a million dollars for his release, they would kill him. The wife tried with all her might to find the money to have him released, but she wasn’t able to raise the money. The man was put in a small enclosed hole, where the only time he saw daylight was when he was taken out to be beaten. One time they shot him. He laid for months with the wound. He had hallucinations. He at times thought he’d died. He went from a man with a normal weight to someone who looked like a skeleton. He went through this ordeal for almost two years. One day, the drug dealers decided they didn’t want to deal with him anymore and let him go. When his wife saw her husband, she couldn’t believe he was the same man she’d married. That’s how different he looked. He spent months in the hospital until all his wounds healed.
I point out this story, because every time I think of this man, I get strength from him. If he could survive the horrific things done to him, why can’t I?
A few years after the man healed, he told the story to ABC News. The man took the reporter to the spot where he spent almost two years. The small hole was about half his size. So he spent the two years scrunched up in one place. He couldn’t move. It’s a miracle the man is still alive.
So every time I think I can’t take it anymore, I think of this man. He doesn’t know I exist, but he gives me courage when I need it. And if he can survive the horrific things that happened to him, so can I. And so can you! Don’t let them beat you down. You can survive anything they throw at you. You’re strong. You’re stronger than the little wimps who are doing this to you. They couldn’t handle the hell you have to live every day. You haven’t survived as long as you have because you’re a quitter. You have strength. That’s how you’ve survived. So don’t give in to them. Never, never, never give up. Never!
Gang stalking will not last forever. Nothing ever does. Eventually everything ends, and so will gang stalking. Stick around so you can see your tormentors punished. They will all be punished, and I’m sure you want to see that happen. So stick around to see it happen. I hope someday we can stand together to see the tormentors get their due. Take care of yourself as best you can. Love you all.
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