Pink Handcuffs

Good morning! I am back! I thought I was protecting my neice when I went to my ex bro in law’s house at about 2am the morning after my birthday … so 4/24/25. I rang his doorbell while 911 was on the phone with me. I told them I was afraid of him and he has a gun. I ran back to my car and backed my car onto the adjacent street. His house was on the corner of 2 streets. I also told 911 that IF I had a gun and IF I had pills and was suicidal, I would be dead because 911 is a joke right now. It sometimes takes several minutes for them to even pick up. ..Today is 5/7/25 by the way at 3:46am. They finally sent the cops and fire department after waiting 3.5 hours the night before. I needed them for me though. I was full on having a manic episode and catastrophic thinking. I thought my neice was being hurt. I was hurt by my brother as a child, and was putting my trauma on her. Well I thought my trauma was happening to her. My mind could not handle it anymore. 2 cops came in separate cars.. a woman in her 20’s with blonde hair and a young man in his 20’s. Then the fire truck came to check me out and cleared me medically. At this point, I still wanted to go home to my new king bed and take a weed gummy. 2 other cops came and a Sergeant who offered me cigarettes and said I could call him Alex. I declined the cigarettes as I think they are gross but thought he was way cool for offereing. Long story short cause I don’t want to talk about my hospital stay at this point, I was taken to the CRC -Crisis Response Center - which is a joke and a whole blog on its own at some point. I was taken in pink handcuffs with the cool woman cop. We listened to …I want you in the worst way…which made me think of my soulmate Edward.. and then jammed out to 104.1 Christian Radio super loud. At one point she stopped driving and said she forgot where she was for a second. I was talking loud over the radio for a minute and she was trying to listen. I was laughing so hard, because that happened to me when I was out driving in the middle of the night in manic mode. I was transferred by my good friend from my EMS days HOPE..to Palo Verde. She is the one who also transferred me last October. She is so sweet and bad ass. I was in CRC one night and Palo Verde Behavioral Hospital 12 nights. I just got out yesterday. I hope my sister can forgive me soon for some things my manic mind said about her. I have an order of protection against me by her and my brother. I could give a shit about my brother. But I love my sister so so so much! And love her kids. She is an amazing sister and Mom.