This is a post regarding my experience at Crash Incorporated in San Diego, CA. Immediately I began to believe that this woman named Celena whom I met at Episcopal Community Services in San Diego was monitoring my progress through Tim Huddleson Recovery Center. I think this woman manipulated the drug counselors at CRASH and my boss into helping her stalk me, but I could never prove it. I matched up her handwriting on my homework assignment with the "face to face" interview cards I kept from ECS. I saw her drive by me and try to hide her face downtown one day. I remember Anna. She applied at TRG. Friend of yours? And was that always her in the convertible Chrysler Sebring driving past on Kansas St? I began to believe that I was being followed unofficially by the police department. I assumed her boyfriend was a cop. But then I thought he might have been CHP, too. I thought she was waiting outside Tim Huddleson to watch me leave class. Cop cars would follow me around routinely downtown as I walked around during lunch. They would drive slowly behind me. Like they were watching me. Velma would paraphrase things to me in her office that I wrote to Celena in a few letters in 2000. So I assumed Celena let her read those cards. I thought John and Frank were allowing her to listen to my calls and watch me on the cameras at TRG. While in classes at Tim Huddleson I would sit in class and start going into severely violent shakes and twitches in my nervous system----the result of believing I was being stalked. I went into Golden Hill House because I thought Celena wanted me to but left because I had developed such a deep hatred for what these drug counselors at CRASH were doing. They're so deceptive and manipulative. I left Golden Hill House because I couldn't handle their deception and manipulation any more. I went into Volunteers of America for a six month residential program. The managing director brought me into his office one day and told me that I was caught sleeping in someone else's bed and it was reason for expulsion from the program. He told me that he made a referral for me at St. Vincent de Paul's down the street. When I arrived there it was b.s.There was no referral for me in their drug treatment program. When I went back to VOA they threatened to call the police on me if I didn't leave. I slept in Balboa Park that night and I was followed by several police cars walking up there. I moved into a sober living house in City Heights a couple months later (still clean). Thought she called the place but remained silent on the phone while I kept saying "hello." I still couldn't handle believing that I was being followed by Celena on one hand and her police officer boyfriend on the other and that my bosses knew and that all these counselors knew about it all but would never tell me. I was told by my boss John that I could not return to work until I completed a drug treatment program. I think her boyfriend was the one who had me thrown out of VOA. Why would they do that? The only answer I can come up with: So that I might relapse and so that Celena would think that I just left on my own. They were successful weren't they? I'm sure Celena believed whatever VOA told her. I relapsed at the Churchill Hotel and I believe Celena knew and it hurt her deeply while her boyfriend and his buddies and the counselors at VOA thought it was great. Thanks so much, Celena. Police officers downtown would always laugh at me as they drove by after that. Because of you my drug treatment at CRASH was destroyed and then stolen from me at VOA. And it's all your fault. I saw how you looked at me on 6th and University. Saw you on 10th and Broadway hiding your face. The counselor from Sobrios Amigos with the white Ford focus apparently thought it was so funny. He used to laugh at me when I would share from the podium at 1010 Broadway on Saturday nights after the relapse. Eventually I got so sick of still thinking she was watching me on the cameras at work that I quit my job at TRG and then turned them into the SEC for violations later that year because I was so furious at what they all did to me while I was at CRASH. It destroyed the company. Nearly a billion dollars under management disappeared from John's control as a result. Ask Jill. I continue to suffer severe psychosis because of what they all did. I routinely experience emotional breakdowns. What happens is I begin to shake and twitch very violently. My head swings from side to side very violently until I go into a state of non-responsiveness or uncounscienceness. I have been hospitalized approximately 15 times for this. (Rosecrans in 2013--I was there because I thought she was stalking me again and I ended up in a hospital, then homeless then in the county facility on Rosecrans in Loma Portal. I even think Celena is responsible for keeping me there 11 days when I should have only been there for three days. (I think she was trying to arrange sober living quarters for me---it's why I refused) I have about 800,000 dollars in hospital bills. One of the times in Florida it happened and my family had me thrown in jail and convicted of a domestic violence charge. My brother had it done. He thought it was so funny that I thought I was being followed by a drug counselor. His justification? I needed "Help." I was charged with a felony and almost went to prison for a year. It destroyed what was left of my immediate family. How about Leads 99? Were you listening to my calls there? Or did I just imagine that, too? I was homeless living in my car while I was working at Leads 99 because I had been thrown out of my office 6 months earlier by the Police Dept. And I thought the training manager at Leads 99 was allowing you to listen to my phone calls. It's why I quit. I was sleeping in my car behind the Sports Arena and I thought the police cars in the parking lot were watching my every move. Celena, I know you didn't mean to hurt me. But you and your friends are disgusting people for what you all did and you all deserve to lose your licenses to practice substance abuse counselling. You even stalked me while I was in the hospital, didn't you? And I was in the hospital because of what you did to me.You had the doctors ask me "How did your mother die?" didn't you? I never told anyone else about my mother's death other than John and Celena You all think I'm so stupid. Is the art of love really God's work through me? (Guess John let you into the basement, huh?) I ended up in Lakeview Hospital in Ft. Pierce Florida the day after I found Ovid's book. Are stress levels REALLY normal for my situation, Celena? All the times I was in the hospital it was because I thought I was being followed by the police department and Celena simultaneously. The only exception is when I found Ovid's Ars Amatoris in Fort Pierce. And I spent two weeks in the hospital in a state of unresponsiveness. I was living in an office on Voltaire Street in Ocean Beach when I was in UCSD after one of the emotional breakdowns. While I was in UCSD Medical Center the San Diego Police had notified the owner of the property that if she did not have me removed from the property they were going to notify the county of the violation. I was thrown out of the office while still in UCSD Medical Center and I think your boyfriend had it done. Oh, and Maria Theresa Huerta. Friend of yours? She was laughing at me. Thank you so much, Celena. Honesty, Openmindedness and Willingness? Making amends to those you've harmed? You and your friends are so disgusting. But so is the War on Drugs. What else would one expect?