That Extra Day!

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Roxanne Stafford came to Willow Creek Springs with her son Ritchie to buy a cactus.. I noticed that she had a brace on her foot and asked what was up… she told me about a broken bone healing and nerve damage and I didn’t think much about it… I showed her around the garden a little and before you know it she asked about the ribbon….. next thing you know a feverish conversation ensued…….

Roxanne was quickly welcomed to our THS family and joined our fourth of july bbq. Here is a snippet of her riveting story!

A story about a girl’s struggle

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This is a story about a girl’s struggle with prescribed psychotropic’s and her deliverance through marijuana. Once upon a time in a tropical land known as Florida there was a young highly confused girl. This girl was me. I started my journey in an institution at the tender age of 13 where I was diagnosed with manic depressive disorder. (Later it was given the fluffy name of bi-polar) I spent approximately 30 days in a rehab where I was given Zoloft. It was meant to “fix” the hurt I had endured. It was decades later that I understood it is okay to hurt. Feeling sad is a normal part of life. While in this “hospital” I learned all sorts of new criminal and sexual ideas from the influence of fellow patients. I went from a girl who smoked pot and occasionally did LSD to a full fledge drug and sex addict. From there I turned into a homeless, hard-core drug addict with intermittent readmissions to the ‘hospital”, each time, leaving with a stronger designer drug brought by the courtesy of Big Pharma. And each time the results were more disastrous then the last. Here is the thing about psychiatric medications, they have all sorts of appalling side effects ranging from nausea, to hives, periods of manic and soaring thoughts, involuntary muscle movements (sometimes permanent) among others. All the traits Big Pharma assures you that their wonder drug will stop, will sometimes enhance and most assuredly add to the patients list of problems. Once I reached 18 I had graduated to a state run facility. I can assure you they are hip to any sly conniving that you might spew out. I was tied to a bed and given IV sedation. Upon my release I was given extremely high doses of various drugs. At one point I told the pharmacist the medication I was taking. He flat out told me you’re lying, it’s not possible for someone of your size to even be speaking if taking all those “medications”. That was just the start of many humiliations that I would be subjected to over the years. Another time that stands out, I was hosting at a restaurant when another employee asked me just how many pills do you take? Shocked I asked “how do you know?” He replied with “You shake”. At this point I didn’t realize that psychiatric medications had visual side effects. Later I would fully understand just how deadly they could be. I went through dozens of medications over the next few years with several in patient stays ranging from a day to my last stay that was 3months. If the Dr can name it I have taken it. I have had my eyes turn yellow, shaking, weight loss/gain, I have been unable to drive, read, sleep, eat, and maintain employment. I have had to have my liver checked to make sure that it wasn’t failing. I’ve lost friends because I couldn’t remember conversations or stay focused. I gave up my family because I chose “medications” that I was convinced that I needed to be “normal”. At one point I gave up my life over those medications. I was just a few breathes between life and death. I spent 3 days in a coma. I had my stomach pumped and was given charcoal which forced me to vomit the pills I had to taken, the very pills that were supposed to save me. This was my life for years. Get better for a short amount of time then either up the dosage or try whatever the “new” (Big Pharma had paid a lobbyist to get pushed through) miracle drug was. Shortly after I had come home for the hospital and was out of the coma my friend had said to me “why don’t you just smoke {meaning marijuana} you are such a sweetheart when you do. (All these years later that still rings in my head). This is the point that I tell you how marijuana has radically changed my life. I finally gave up the pills and for a few years was a prisoner of the chains in my head. I was afraid to smoke pot. By this point I had figured out I wouldn’t look good in county blues. Instead I suffered alone with my thoughts. There were times I couldn’t leave the house I just knew ‘it” was out there. I grew to the point where I struggled to speak to other people. Suicide was a constant thought; just be done with it. This went on for maybe a year. There were several months I didn’t speak to another human other than my husband. At this time marijuana rapidly was becoming more & more mainstream. You would hear whispers in the news about states allowing for medical marijuana. At this same time Facebook was becoming fashionable. I was able to “speak” from the safety of my home. With that new found outlet and confidence, I was able to leave my home. I went home for vacation and ran into an old friend. We went back to her house and smoked pot. All the sudden the chains that had held me so tightly begin to loosen. The fear was gone. The ability to sit, talk even laugh rushed to the surface. To just be still. The stillness was/is something you truly can’t appreciate until you’ve lost that ability. No fidgeting, wiggling, tapping; enjoy my surroundings. The screaming ladies in my head were quiet for once. My voice could be heard. Right then and there I knew what I was going to do. I was going to become a “criminal” to save my life. It has been several years since that day that I was freed. Now I have a new fear. The fear of being arrested, having my children taken from me. I don’t want to be a criminal. I don’t want to be afraid that smoking a plant that grows in nature, on which America’s founding fathers wrote our constitution, will put me in a cage. I fear returning to the pills that kept me sick. With marijuana life is easy for me. I can relax, play outside, go to the grocery market, and speak to people. I can sleep through the night. I can be human, a wife and a mother. American Voters and Politicians I ask for you to look inside yourself and look at the people in your life. I am willing to bet more than half of them have or currently smoke marijuana. Would you consider them to be criminals? If a plant can cure me, should I be locked in a cell with a rapist for using it? A plant that has never killed a single person is considered to have no medical value yet Big Pharma puts out “medicine” that’s side effects can kill you are readily available, even pushed with force, to the world. I am begging you to please contact your local politicians and urge them to legalize marijuana. Write your own letter. Together we can heal our nation.

Daisy Bram

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Daisy Bram #154546
35 County Center Drive
Oroville, CA 95965

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Daisy writes:
*sigh*….1st let me say that I cannot even begin to share the depth of what is in my heart as I think about the support & goodness of those that keep me & my family in their heart. Thank You. During sentencing (on tues. Jan 21) the judge read the names of those that mailed letters directly. wow. Thank You. I am humbled & grateful.
I am to turn myself in to the Butte County Jail by 5pm on Sat. Feb 1. At this point it is rather difficult to know exactly how much time I will be doing in custody. I am expecting the worst & hoping for the best.
Please keep me in your thoughts & hearts ever so much this week as I spend the days & nights readying myself to leave my family. I will be cooking, cleaning, organizing and preparing to be away from my babies for an unknown amount of time. Needless to say this is beyond a daunting endeavour- getting ready to leave my home and loved ones. I cannot believe that I will have to say good-bye to them.

Invictus.

Love. Light. Blessings.

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David Chavez Sr

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DAVID CHAVEZ SR # 63518-097
FCI MENDOTA
FEDERAL CORRECTIONAL INSTITUTION
P.O. BOX 9
MENDOTA, CA 93640

DAVID CHAVEZ
Register Number: 63518-097
Age: 55
Race: White
Sex: Male
Located at: Mendota FCI
Released Date: 10/14/2019

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David Chavez Jr.

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DAVID CHAVEZ # 63519-097
FPC YANKTON
FEDERAL PRISON CAMP
P.O. BOX 700
YANKTON, SD 57078

DAVID CHAVEZ
Register Number: 63519-097
Age: 34
Race: White
Sex: Male
Located at: Yankton FPC
Released Date: 12/10/2015

Bakersfield Marijuana Store Owner Sentenced to Four Years in Prison

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