The mission of justexhale.org is to raise awareness of the STIGMA associated with Mental Health in our society and its crippling real-life affects by speaking openly of harsh truths.
The State of Colorado Department of Civil Rights "investigated" my housing discrimination & harassment complaint & called it "not probable".
Colorado knew I was disabled for PTSD, and ignored it.
Colorado knew this harrrassment made me homeless.
I was coerced from Craig, Colorado. That's in Moffat County. Not Montezuma.
When the FBI ultimately told me there would be an arrest, they knew it happened in Moffat County.
The FBI was speaking to me because this case crossed state lines.
Like the rest, they offered help.
Then CRICKETS.
That is because a Colorado judge took a pathetic bribe.
A bribe that I knew because each and every entity enthusiastically wanted to help me.
CRICKETS.
MindSprigs Health, Colorado
Workforce Colorado
Those two entities had small town ties.
Once I announced what I'd lived through, they were DYING TO HELP ME.
FUCKING CRICKETS after PROMISES of HELP.
WORKFORCE is for ME to HELP MYSELF.
I have so much proof!
I will hold on to this proof and keep this website up until the day I die.
I've instructed my children to keep it alive when I am gone.
I'm not an "Epstein" survivor, but hell if it ain't freaking close!
COLORADO - YOUR JUDGE IS A MONEY GRUBBING WHORE!
I LOST MY SON'S CHILDHOOD BECAUSE OF THESE ASSHOLES.
THEY HATE THIS WEBSITE.
SO many HATE my site and will spend endless hours and tax dollars to try and end me.
Hasn't happened.
The FBI from freaking Quantico!
Another DOZEN folks in a sanctuary area in South Carolina.
Unnamed location in the heart of Los Angeles. I've worried people.
And I LOVE it!
They will all need to make me DEAD to shut up.
Simple.
That was July 31, 2018. The day I died, for 4 years. The residence of Domenic Joseph Eula was in Mancos, Colorado. After destroying my life, he sold his house and moved on to Saint Simons Island, GA. He rented there like a loser for a few years. Then, again like a loser bought the exact same house in Mancos, Colorado where he held me hostage until promising me I'd be gone in a "New York Minute" because I spent $3 of my own money at Goodwill.
He is older, but a veteran. He was insane about "nurses corners" on the bed. He kept fit and bragged about it. He did endless sit-ups and so on. Old dude was strong.
He man-handled me to the point of bruising.
He threatened to send my emotional support dog to a kill shelter.
I didn't really know if that existed at that point at all.
I could hear the herds to slaughter from downhill. The screams.
I was terrified and heard the screaming cows all the time. Nothing was normal.
There was no where to go.
Fucking nowhere.
This is the high Colorado desert in the winter. People don't see eachother for months!
I'd post a map to show how far out in the middle of fuck all his house is.
There were no curtains or shades.
No neighbors for miles.
This was in October in SW Colorado where there ALSO is NO freaking housing.
Winters show feet, not inches of snow.
I had nobody.
Nobody cares.
My adult children kept me alive once they knew.
It's hard to tell your kids this stuff.
They are amazing and I will leave that there.
The love I knew of being a "local" in Steamboat Springs, Colorado for 30 years was GONE.
For comparison sake, I'll say Steamboat Springs is a less snooty Olympian producer than Vail or Aspen.
Small town. I know who my friends still are there.
In SW Colorado - this is Four Corners territory. Nobody is safe.
People looked at me as if I were their next meal.
I shaved my head.
Partly because it pissed my attempted captor, Domenic Joseph Eula like the little girl he is.
Partly to fucking stay alive alone.
Did it. Still here.
SO much love if you aren't one of this motherfucker's lawyers and read this far.
Pass my story along, please. It might make people think.
And that is the WHOLE POINT.
The police harassed me to no end, while knowing I have PTSD.
The police were called by XTROV Realty {against me} the morning after a domestic violence dispute.
That was when XTROV Realty's [she/hag] knocked on my door and pushed her way into my apartment. She was a BIG girl.
I am positive she still is, nearly bet my life.
At about 100lbs and 5"5' myself, I would be flat if she sat on me. Like a cartoon.
XTROV's she/hag began screaming at me:
"We don't call the police on our neighbors".
I saw XTROV's she/hag outside flailing her arms and pointing toward my door while talking to the police
to blame ME, saying that I "caused the incident and called 911 for no reason".
I was served a protection order that morning, from my "abuser", my ex, for his inconvenience.
It was signed by
The same judge, Judge Jennifer Lawrence of Cortez, Colorado
that the owner of XTROV Realty is boastful of being a "friend".
The same judge, Judge Jennifer Lawrence of Cortez, Colorado
that denied me basic small-claims funds to get back to my son.
The same judge, Judge Jennifer Lawrence of Cortez, Colorado
that slapped me with my $MM abuser's legal fees
The same judge, Judge Jennifer Lawrence of Cortez, Colorado is now seated in Grand Junction, Colorado.
SHE IS PERSONALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR MY MISSING AGES 9 THROUGH 14 AND KNEW IT.
SHE IS A FUCKING TWAT.
She is happy as a clam.
For the record, I HAVE no record and would never hurt much more than a fly.
I USE WORDS with PROOF!
Part of the reason I had to call the police in the first place was
because my truck was being rammed into repeatedly,
six feet from my bedroom window by the truck parallel-parked behind it.
Since I didn't actually "see" this happen and only "heard it", the Police called
it a hit-and-run.
I wonder how {blind people}
get any justice?
Of the "Prohibited Housing Practices", each of these apply to me and my situation:
Make housing unavailable | Redlining | Intimidating | Threaten AND Harassing | Misrepresent Availability
I ended up buying an RV to live in with the last of my disability settlement because I had NO options.
I never did get my deposit back.
But neither did HE.