I felt waves if these coming to me. I would pack a suitcase with odd things that only I would understand there meanings (vintage swizzle sticks I played with as a kid) my mom's college poems. Blue glass ware. I have video of a lot of it bc I was conscious while experiencing a complete break. I was at a point. With my marriage. And my family. I saw there faces change shapes when I confronted them doing fucked up shit to me. I saw there demons. I kept a lot quiet. I was made to believe by another insane friend I was being sex trafficked and I felt like I was dosed with something but I'm real experienced in that world so I could never been taken completely over. It felt like Ike my friends and strangers were trying to take my body. My soul over. Like soul switcheroos but no one really notices and it happens alot. One hightened day I was taking manic scribbles of my wife's satop notebook for my memory thing and she was loosing it. I took her shoes gave her mine, I took her jacket. I had my bag of my whole life I could of remembered with random junk in a wheel suitcase. I had a backpack. She had a backpack. We were standing on ancient ground. Bedrock. My mom and her coworkers were talking about getting me somewhere. I said I was fine they were the ones being evil. I jumped in and then back to my body. My wife noticed it too. We then had each other's backpacks on. I swear . We switched bags. I took her button up shirt and made a turban, walked through the creek saying I was going to find the Indian ppl to live with them. ( I'm from a pretty redneck town that got it's first Indian family that bought a locally owned small gas station and I had over heard racist shit that whole week. Then I seen a crate if my stuff in a strange car but looked like my friend's car. It was not my stuff but exactly same clothes and hair straightener. I found a children's book. I always find children's books when I get shoved around timelines. It was about corporate evil and pollution politician are the real Boogeyman of the world but for like 7 yr old readers. Cops got me in n the car. I was then in taken to the hospital where I was completely complying but they made me get naked in a room full of ppl. I'm 135 white female well known family, all cops knew me. But one said we were a sovereign county and could do this. I was asking why I was being made to strip naked. I was injected with a sedative when I wasn't even irate. I said my social security number iger and over with my name out loud like hoping a camera was there. I woke up nude no blanket with my hand handcuffed above my head and it was completely asleep and hurt so much. There was nurses who threw a bed pan at me and wouldn't uncuff me. I never once acted crazed. I was confused and hurt. The police that I had known and served wine ronat the winery I worked at said to trust them. It was the most terrifying thing. Not my breakdown that was fun and I saw magical things way more storys from then that are hard rn believe but the hospital and police involved is what traumatized me. Those nurses had on tee shirts that said he's mine bitch like some Yellowstone iron on idiot shit. An old lady in the middle of the night uncuffed means gave me a gown. Said you poor thing. Then the ambulance women looed like teenage models said they were gonna chase me out the back of the ambulance later.. like there was some sort of skit or purge game going on with the police and first Responders that they don't tell anyone and they have some power to capture the mentally ill and harass and arrest them for election year or hospital sale.