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It was something about my murder my abusive husband the arson murders victim nine homeless man FBI questions my fear reaching out to FBI agents something is very wrong I know my husband is going to kill me please help it was after visiting with  Reggie White university mall Tampa the children were so excited he arrived disappointed Brett Farve didn’t show nevertheless we got minister Reggie White Autograph i couldn’t figure out why my own husband needed my death I reported him to the fbi his involvement with dealers on the island my fear of being an FBI confidential human source being exposed being murdered my abusive husband carefully plotted my death as I heard commotion instead of running down the stairs to open the door I peeked over the balcony instead witnessing my assassins arriving in a white Tahoe the woman wearing red dreadlocks her daughter yells kill her she’s trying to set you all up from up north I awaited my death with I noticed a truck with equipment parked in front of my door as the gunman approached my door five men emerged one from a truck one from a truck one from a truck two seated next door they were from the Virgin Islands watching my every move for at least a month awaiting this tall Jamaican gunman to arrive waving an assault weapon pointed at my door the commotion was a detour to lure me to the door while my abusive husband ran around the corner assuming I was hit but I never left the balcony my assassination gone bad I never forgot that feeling knowing someone you trusted plotting your death of the arson murder he feared what I really knew what the FBI gathered him leaving work emco Chemical Company just before the fire completely devastated I contacted the Fbi please help me my husband is involved in something horrible he’s going to kill me the sinister plot the abuse of power helping him to get away with abusing his entire family the death threats on my life women wearing badges intimidation fear torture torment I am on medication for severe panic attacks wearing wires pregnant for the Fbi buying weapons and drugs from junk sick cops selling drugs with my abusive husband my death planned plotted carried out I survived only by these five men awaiting this hit on my life to prevent it however it still terrifies me witnesses a delta force style recovery efforts to save my life afterwards a car bomb ignited my face crushing my skull trauma traumatic brain injury I laying fearful my abusive husband and his abuse of power data breach identity fraud embezzlement extortion of a traumatic brain injury claim on my behalf my god I can’t breathe some days are okay but to just go over this is unwavering trauma I rock pant sedate myself with anxiety medication in order to get out of bed the cruelty shame of how I allowed this man to totally abuse me during a time when I was literally a child myself I couldn’t hold a fork I couldn’t talk right or walk right couldn’t tie my shoe he pushed punched bullied while women with badge’s threatening my life because they just had to extort money from my injuries I sat living on my small disability retrieved treatment through Medicaid Neurology care team Aroura alto mental health care st Mary’s traumatic brain injury clinics Wheaton st Francis finally traumatic brain injury transferred me to Tampa thank god cause they received annuities payments on my behalf investing into god knows what it turned deadly when brutally attacked me and my disabled children Christmas Eve I was blessed therapist relocated my family he continued stalking bullying me god my god my god my god my god my main concern was traumatic headache treatments constant every thirty days my family my new husband my support groups keeping me grounded at USF mental healthcare constant care I am very blessed to have the best medical team in the country treating me every 25 twelve injections in my head nerve blocks then twenty four injections three months sequels Botox for traumatic headaches unable to travel because of being under strict care amazing I survived partial blindness never drove never alone severe ptsd anxiety disorder depression disorder panic disorder DAYTIME SLEEP APNEA meaning I can’t ride a bus alone I fall asleep deep rem sleep daytime sleep apnea this is deadly you can’t help it uncontrollably so I can’t be alone dangerous  my disabilities including afib irregular heart beats this causes uncontrollable fainting syncope my husband has to monitor me so I won’t hit my head so I am victimized by brutal persons attacking disabled Americans persons with disabilities this is why my abusive husband and his abuse of power continues to threaten my life I write poetry I write in my mental health journal this led to thieves home invasions ripping pages on my night stand attacking me searching to exploit my writings exploiting my mental health care I contacted the Fbi agents the ones who wired my unborn child because I trusted them special agent Paula Brand Chicago federal bureau of investigation and also special agent Leroy Heimbach I had no idea these bullies really were trying to exploit my mental healthcare since 1999 I’ve been receiving medical mental health care for severe ptsd depression anxiety panic attacks PTSD shocking 2003 traumatic brain injury DAYTIME SLEEP APNEA daytime sleep disorders ongoing treatment traumatic brain injury of Florida saved my life USF the best traumatic brain injury dementia Alzheimer’s institute I am safe I am never alone unable to travel anywhere not even to visit my own mother in decades she had to travel to me 82 years old after my second stroke the fear of panic attacks is a horrible disease I been coping with since 1999 today my husband is the best support system also the DAV Military order of the Purple Heart I am blessed 

God bless The traumatic brain injury of Florida 
God bless the federal bureau of investigation 
God bless the United States of America
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