By this time in the story John was served his Temporary Restraining Order by the Sheriff’s office. During a gullible state I hoped he would see the fear he had caused and choose to walk away from me and never contact me again. However, the TRO fueled the psycho’s fire within and he became worse.
I lived across the street from my sister, and she had her own business which she ran out of her home. I had spoken to many people at my work in the past about her and her business, helping her drum up business. Little did I know John had also inquired about her by speaking with others we worked with before he left the hospital. In psycho stalker fashion he called her under an assumed name and set up an appointment with her. She had never seen a picture of him, this was way before social media, all she knew was he was a psycho stalker and he had worked with me.
He came to her house with an assumed name and spent about 20 minutes speaking with her about “business” stuff and then started asking all sorts of questions about me. She felt it odd and strange that he kept circling back around to me and then her gut hit her hard about the unsettled feeling she realized she had with him; she asked him point-blank “You’re not Stan, you’re John aren’t you?” He stumbled in his response for words and she immediately got up and yelled for her husband in a panic while leaving the room. Within moments of her husband and her walking back into the room together, John was gone out of the house and walking through of the gate of their yard. Her husband ran out there and yelled at him to never return as he was driving away.
My sister called me in a panic and told me everything, I couldn’t even speak nor respond to her. I jumped in my car and went home and called the police. They came over, took the report and said “Since you weren’t home at the time and the restraining order doesn’t include her, there’s nothing we can do.”
The mantra I kept hearing from them was “there’s nothing we can do”…
It’s been a long time since I’ve written. Life can really get in the way of being able to see ANYTHING! What does life look like for Katy right now?
- Diagnosed with 3 autoimmune diseases. Able to manage one with diet. The other 2 are apparently managed with medications, one is prednisone the other hydroxychloriquine. Prednisone can’t be long-term, causes crazy bruising and causes other health concerns, finished my second course and now it’s out of my system and all symptoms have come back. Hydroxychloriquine takes months to work, and that’s if it decides to work.
- Daily symptoms: extraordinary pain in my feet, burning pins and needles with swelling, swollen painful hands, headaches, low back pain, body shaking uncontrollably from the inside out, insomnia, mood swings, brain fog and confusion, ringing in my ears, fatigue, low blood pressure, dizziness and abdominal pain.
- Recently had to move because our landlord decided to sell our house AFTER we signed another 4 year lease agreement. Have to love the little clauses in a lease.
- Husband’s employer decided to reorganize their departments, which left him out of employment, so we lost our health insurance. We also lost our church, our second home and a lot of our community. A churches words on stage only run that deep, integrity doesn’t always run deep behind the closed doors of the church. I haven’t lost my faith in God, but I have in the people who teach it. Yes they are also human and sin and make mistakes, but actions speak louder than words.
- New health insurance is crap and beyond expensive, so I’ve lost my psychologist and psychiatrist, back to a conglomerate healthcare system that has the WORSE mental health department.
- Just had the one year anniversary of my brothers tragic death, which is still so fresh I can’t even touch the surface of speaking about it.
I’m done with seeing and experiencing all of this. Who gets me through it? God. I know He has a plan for us and everything we are going through, I know there is a light and I am seeing glimmers of it in the distance. But-it feels so far away and hard to catch up to. I want to feel energy again, unity, pain-free, confident and directed. Instead I feel slow, alone, pained, uncertain and reeling with desperation.
One step at a time, one day at a time, one prayer at a time…it’ll all come back. Yet my patience runs thin.
Psalm 23: The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters. He restores my soul; He guides me in the path of righteousness for His name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and loving kindness will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.