Elena Genov

Well seven to ten years without medication and therapy was the longest psychotic break I’ve ever had. As a matter of fact it’s never been as bad as it has been for the last ten years. I’m not sure how I let it go for so long and really couldn’t step out of it enough to help myself by, whatever part of the country I was in while running around most of the time homeless, finding a psychiatrist to prescribe medication and that would have been the beginning of my healing. Better late than never. I think now that I have a support system it’s helping me to take my meds and go to therapy. So all of that crazy none sense I wrote for years and the emails which created so much discomfort in people I’ve known for years and my colleagues on LinkedIn (causing LinkedIn to restrict my account. Which basically means, no more professional life) I will not be repeating. We can all, those that follow my writing, look back on that garbage and see it for what it was…psychotic ramblings.

With Alesha Popovich – I just made it onto their weekly engagement list by being one of their top engagers! 🎉

Hello look, I’m still alive. Many have tried to kill me with my own short comings and strengths. It didn’t work. It terrified me that someone knew or knows me that well and has been the leader of my slow death. I fear that Ganza Maher so much.

I’m getting hit with anti semitism. I never saw before in my life. I lived in Los Angeles. We do not anti semitism there. I want to live in Los Angeles or in San Francisco. Oregon is literally an idiot. The whole of Oregon is seething with stupidity and anti semitism. Why is my mother comfortable here and for obvious reasons I’m not.

The button below to call me is my someone else’s number. Her name is Lee and might be responsible for my identity theft. Who knows. I live in the dark alone until I die. I’m waiting for my mother’s death so that I can say goodbye

I went through IVF twice and only one friend sent me a condolences. Literally no one cared at all. I’ve been screaming bloody murder since 2004 and still no one cares. My mother is the only person who cares as does an old friend. No one knows what happened to me or really no one can understand what it feels like for me unconsciously. Plus I’m being affected by a mind set of the collective conscious where I live. No movie forward.