to believe that one is going to die

Kära vänner, very strange but someone completely unknown has in English managed to post a blog on my website. I removed it. Do not know what it was. Mysko.

I was going to write about how you can feel after being traumatized – for example, by a psychopath, like myself. My book The Destroyer describes some of what happened to me, for example.

It is now four years ago, in a few days, as we finally got to the point of trial. Then it was almost four years since we had reported. FOUR YEARS! Since he had committed a crime that risked giving him more than two years in prison, he would have been detained after the trial – but that did not happen. He could without any problems, despite the fact that he received the sentence THREE YEARS PRISON as easily as a platter leave the country. Because he had appealed the verdict, the verdict had not gained legal force and he was as free as anyone.

How can it be legally certain?

Nåja, now it has been a number of years since the verdict became final, it happened 1 mars 2019. ( it would not be up in the Court of Appeal until THIRTEEN MONTHS after the verdict was handed down so he had all that time to prepare his sort ) and everything in the victim's life ( it happens to be me ) is much better, so much better that it is not even possible to compare. It's like another world. But it's not good for that.

During these years, after we reported ( 2014 ) I have been so enormously tired that I have thought I was dying. I have not believed it all the time but I have especially believed it after the book was finished and published. Then I should have become PIGG! Of course I'm alert too, very alert and also happy, men ändå… in me I am TIRED. This has meant that I have not felt particularly motivated to give the iron as I usually do. I have not WORKED IN my brain and body out of desire to work or other direction and curiosity and zeal. Jo, everything has been there , but not the power….not the real fervor needed to be a writer.

I have thought, not fully conscious, but I have thought that I am still dying and will die within six months. What's the point then?? More than being in the moment and enjoying it.

Now I have, as I have mentioned before, finally taken seriously by CARE, in this case KRY.

And investigated lengthwise and crosswise. And I'm HEALTHY. Super fresh. I do not even suffer from a single small deficiency.

Fatigue is therefore ONLY mental.

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