The Reality of a Indigenous Paranoid Schizophrenic
People took advantage of me all my life. I did not have employment opportunities, I did not have encouragement to work. I was heavily criticized and damned. I know that I had to work with the criticism because my stepfather wanted me tiraded. I know that I was addicted because of my family losses and tragedies. And I know that I couldn't really live my life to the fullest potentials of my abilities. Because they wanted controllability. They wanted damage controls and wanted me to fail and become tough with coping skills. To be the perfect or ideal target. I was a child addict learning that I was helpless in life. I'd learned emotional intelligence through culture, the non-toxic people and the family willing to guide me to the Lord. I have a rich emotional heritage in Eskasoni, Paq'tnkek, Chapel Island and We'koqma'q. But I have faced, over the years, discriminations and favoritism. I was left out of the circles of nepotism and favors. I never had any jobs given an...