Well, now I officially move into the longest year in my life.
By this time next year all of the acute care will have been relocated to the new site. But M.A.i.D. for Mental Illness won’t be available until March 17th, 2027.
What I fear is that the government of Canada might cave yet again to the Anti-M.A.i.D. crusaders. And that would be absolutely devastating.
People have asked me what I intend to do if the government delays M.A.i.D. for mental illness again like in 2023 and 2024?
I have absolutely no idea.
I’m so fucking tired and numb from dealing with the Canadian Armed Forces and the Department of National Defence over the last 15 years.
Fuck me. I just realized that it’s just days away from the 15th anniversary of me sending an email to the Edmonton Police Service asking how I would make a complaint against my babysitter from all those years ago.
And with the DOJ, DND, and the CAF being very clear in their intentions to drag this matter out for as long as possible I don’t think that I would have the strength to initiate a charter challenge against the government of Canada.
And I should very clear. The DOJ, the DND, and the CAF don’t have a particular agenda against me in particular. It’s just that my issue brings a whole lot of issues to the forefront. Issues that the DOJ, the DND, and the CAF wish would simply disappear.
The 3-year-time-bar.
The summary-investigation-flaw.
The DOJ, the DND, and the CAF have a lot of reasons to keep this matter going for as long as possible.
Why is M.A.i.D. so critical for me? Why do I desire M.A.i.D. so much considering that it will mean the end of my life?
I’ve been dealing with major depression and severe anxiety since I was a kid.
Life has been anything but enjoyable.
And what makes it far worse is that even though I had been diagnosed with major depression and severe anxiety and I was having such mental health issues that I was supposed to have been institutionalized when I was young, both my father and Captain Totzke did what they could to block my access to treatment for my issues for whatever reasons.
After having dealt with even more trauma brought on by the bumbling and incompetence of the CFNIS in 2011, and 2015 to 2018, I’m even more fucking tired that I ever have been.
I also just realized that tomorrow would have been my brother’s 52nd birthday. But he started on Ketamine infusion treatments at the UofA back in the winter of 2024. This apparently evolved into a full blown ketamine addiction.
I’ll never understand who thought that giving someone a highly addictive drug as a “cure” for depression was a bright idea, but who the hell am I to argue?
Do I miss my brother?
No.
That’s the dysfunctional household that we grew up in, and that’s the way our father raised us.
Do I miss my father?
The only thing that I miss more than my father is an infected haemorrhoid.
Beeshive 