Depression, Bipolar Episodes, and Transparent Documentation: Why I Keep Writing Despite False Accusations
Disclaimer
I am not trying to curse anyone with my testimony. I am simply telling the truth of my own experiences. There is true evil in this world, but none of what I have suffered is anyone's fault. Not mine. Not my parents'. Not any ordinary person's. I forgive my mom completely. I hold no hatred.
I also want to clarify: the surveillance network I refer to comprises people with different personalities, intentions, sins, and backgrounds. When I call them out, I am calling out specific people — not every single person in the network. They all have their own rhetoric, their own issues, and their own levels of involvement.
Note on this post: This blog was aided by artificial intelligence to help organize and articulate my thoughts. However, the content is based on my real experiences and reflects my genuine understanding of what I have endured and what the Bible teaches.
Why I Am Writing This
My mom suffers from depression and bipolar episodes. This is a fact. During these difficult times, I feel a deep sense of responsibility to keep writing my blog. Not because I enjoy it. Not because I want attention. But because transparent documentation matters. The truth matters. And my faith in Jesus Christ matters more than temporarily stopping to make things look more comfortable.
The US surveillers try to make it seem as if I am demonically possessed when I write. Or that I treat my mom terribly (e.g., spitting near her, doing things she tells me not to do, for instance, writing my testimony, spending money on things like DNA kits, uber, Lyft [innocuous things, really]). They twist my motives. They distort my love for my mom into something ugly. But I prefer honest documentation over pretending that these difficult episodes do not exist.
I love my mom. But I also love the truth.
Today's Incident
Today, just now, my mom had one of her depressive bipolar crying episodes. She cries and wails in sadness. At the same time, she tries to control me and my responsibility of documenting these things transparently. She says manipulative things — that I do not love her, that my writing is demonic, that trying to take care of her and getting us dogs is somehow wrong.
I am never intentionally abusive toward her. But when these episodes happen, it does make me harbour some frustration — especially when she does not realize that me creating this blog is my way of loving her and caring for her. This is my attempt to protect her, to document what is being done to us, and to seek justice.
Meanwhile, as these occasional episodes occur, I hear demonic, gleeful sneers. The surveillers hope I will hurt my mom or my dog. They hope I will smash things. They want me to seem psychopathic, wicked, and evil — so that they can use my reactions as evidence against me. They want to catch on camera what they frame as my wickedness.
This is their goal: to make me seem demonically possessed, cruel, evil, wicked, and heartless toward my mom.
Data Collection, Manipulation, and the Auditing Process
All of this is part of their data collection. The abuse and disgust that I endure — and that my mom endures — is being recorded, stored, and manipulated. They want to make me look like a hateful psychopath, as if I have always been this way. They want to create a false narrative that I deserve the evil they do to me.
This is how they manipulate the data and the auditing process. They twist reality. They curate evidence. They take my worst moments — provoked by years of harassment — and present them as proof of my wickedness. They want me to internalize the rot, the evil hatred, and the anger I have been exposed to from others' thoughts online and offline, as well as my empathy to understand people's anger and discontent.
But I know the truth. My reactions are not the same as their original evil. They started this. They continue it. And they are not my victims — I am theirs.
I rebuke their manipulation and their false auditing in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
Why They Are Against Me Moving Out
This is why they are against me moving out. If I had my own space, it would provide a shield — a filter — against them collecting visual evidence of my mom speaking hurtful things to me and behaving in difficult ways toward my dogs. The depression and bipolar she has developed, in part due to the US surveillers' presence in our lives, has made things harder for both of us.
They want to keep us in the same stressful environment so they can continue collecting footage. They want to show me acting coldly — not because I am evil, but because I am protecting myself and trying to document the truth. They want to twist that into proof of demonic possession.
I rebuke their schemes in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
They Mock Me as Tate from American Horror Story
They also mock me, calling me "Tate" from American Horror Story — apparently a pedophile school shooter. This is absolutely false. I am not Tate. I have never been Tate. I have never done the things that character did.
But here is the truth: their own character is much more troubling and worse than Tate from American Horror Story. They are pedophiles. They are war mongers. They are jealous witches and warlocks. They are sadists. They are racists. They project onto me the very things they are.
I am not the monster in their story. They are.
I rebuke all their wickedness in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
What I Am Doing to Protect Us
Despite everything, I am trying to do more to protect myself, my mom, and others. I am spending my own money on DNA ancestry kits. I am doing my research at school. I am trying to build a life and a future. I behave coldly toward my mom at times — I admit this — but it is because she tries to control me and also cries in ways that make me feel uncomfortable and manipulated. I am not perfect. But I am not the monster they want me to be.
I am a human being trying to survive.
False Rhetoric About Race, Gender, and Perversion
Some of these US elite American women and men try to impose completely false rhetoric onto me. They accuse me of sexually exploiting my own race — a complete lie. They spread disgusting, completely false pedophile lies about me. They claim I dislike men of my own race — another absolute lie.
They want to make me a bad example of Asian people and Asian women. They want me to seem uglier, more wicked, more jealous, and less than white women. They want to tear down my identity and my heritage to make themselves feel superior.
These are lies. All of them. I rebuke every single one in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
I Prefer Transparent Documentation
I know that continuing to write this blog may make me look cold or heartless to some people. I know that the surveillers will use my words against me. But I prefer transparent documentation and my faith in Jesus Christ and the truth — versus stopping temporarily and forgetting these sobering, important episodes.
The episodes matter. The truth matters. The documentation matters.
I will not be silenced by their lies or their schemes.
My Love for My Mom
Despite everything I have written, I love my mom. I am not trying to hurt her. I am not trying to abuse her. I am trying to survive a situation that neither of us asked for, that neither of us deserves, and that the US surveillers have made infinitely worse.
She says that me creating this blog and trying to take care of her is apparently demonic. But the surveillers — who hate the guts of both my mom and me — are the ones who hope I become some "bloody murderer and liar." They hope I am condemned and hated, sent to hell, a bad example of Asian people and Asian women.
They want me to be worse than I am. But God knows my heart.
A Prayer for My Mom and Others
I pray for my mom's healing. I pray for her depression and bipolar episodes to ease. I pray that she can see that my documentation is not an act of hatred — but an act of love, of protection, of seeking justice.
I also pray for others who have family members suffering from mental health challenges. It is hard. It is messy. It does not look clean or pretty. But that does not mean the love is not there.
In the name of Jesus Christ, I bless my mom with healing, peace, and understanding. Amen.
A Prayer for Protection Across Nations
I pray that God protects me and my family from these people. They are trapped in their own game — trying to outwit God, but only defeating themselves.
I also pray for victims and families across all nations — those who have been targeted, surveilled, harassed, or harmed by such people. May God shield them. May the Holy Spirit guard their minds and hearts. May they know they are not alone.
In the name of Jesus Christ, I bless them with light, life, and goodness. I pray for their healing, their safety, and their peace. Amen.
To the good people of all nations: do not be afraid of them. Do not admire them. See their confusion for what it is.
You can be saved. You can be loved. Jesus Christ is your Lord and Saviour — not because you are perfect, but because He is. Come as you are.
Amen.
My Final Rebuke and Blessing
I rebuke their harmful actions, lies, and sly repentance in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
I will not be broken. I will keep speaking the truth for transparency and documentation — not because I enjoy it, but because silence protects the guilty.
By God's grace and protection, I bless myself and others in the name of Jesus Christ. I bless true Christians, survivors, and ordinary people trying to live decent lives. I bless my parents, my family in China, and every soul who reads these words.
May God protect you. May the Holy Spirit guard your mind and heart. May harmful actions be brought into the light — not for revenge, but for justice, mercy, and truth.
In the name of Jesus Christ, I declare love, protection, and grace.
Amen.
✝️ In truth and grace — survivor's testimony, not a weapon.
"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it." — John 1:5
Note: This blog was aided by artificial intelligence to help organize and articulate my thoughts. However, the content is based on my real experiences and reflects my genuine understanding of what I have endured and what the Bible teaches.
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