I know I said I would get into the details but I'm going to jump further ahead into the story... It's present day April 10, 2025. It's been a year since my mom passed. It seems like just yesterday. Today is especially hard for me and yet even though they all know this these people that keep messing with me just don't seem to care. You can find some of the videos I took with my security camera on my YouTube page. The audio needs to be cleaned up so you can hear it better but anyone is welcome to do that. It's @SandraSuarez-j4p if anyone's interested.

San Antonio. The name used to conjure images of sun-drenched plazas, the gentle flow of the River Walk, and the vibrant pulse of Texan hospitality. For me, it became the cage. Not one built of iron bars and concrete walls, but one woven from whispers, veiled threats, and the insidious tendrils of psychological manipulation. This isn't a story of a dramatic crime or a sudden, violent act. This is the chilling account of how an entire city, brick by silent brick, pushed me into an isolation so profound it threatened to swallow me whole. How did it happen? How does a community, seemingly ordinary, turn into a collective force capable of such calculated cruelty? This is my story of survival.