They Took My Inheritance - Just Another Injustice

Mid-August of last year, before the voices began and before realizing I was in an alternate reality, I was already in deep suffering — profoundly unhappy. My job only gave me enough hours to survive. At that point I was practically without friends, without family, struggling financially in a new city (Brisbane). I cried every week, drank alcohol alone at home on weekends trying to ease the pain. I had no car, yet I was still doing heavy work and going to the gym. One day it became unbearable. I knelt on my bed and asked — to God, the universe, or whatever might exist beyond this — why so much suffering? Was I sent here only to suffer, to pay bills? Exactly the next day, I had a happy surprise. I received a message from one of my cousins; he was willing to resolve an inheritance case that had been stuck in court for years. It was money that rightfully belonged to me, since my father had a house on the same land as my uncle, and this cousin offered to pay me R$100,000 for my signature ...