The Architecture of Malicious Part 1 ©️ 2026
Breaking Free: How Malicious Individuals Weaponize Control and How I Survived Decades of Emotional Abuse
Since I was 10 years old and through my years now at 56 years old, I have witnessed malicious, twisted, evil individuals who have demonstrated their ability to collapse, destroy, devour, and suffocate the positive energy that one carries with them—to the point of simply gaining and taking control of someone else's positivity, goals, spiritual light, and pursuit of happiness, just to make one more victim fall into their evil world of intimidation, harassment, and abuse, either mentally or emotionally...
Since I broke a record in 1989 as the first hard-of-hearing contestant to win two titles—Miss Congeniality and Miss Classical Image—in a single pageant at the Miss Orange Pageantry, part of the Miss America Scholarship Organization, this particular individual, whom I call "Villian," has tried to defame and abuse me mentally and emotionally so severely that my voice was shut down. I didn't even dare to glance at her, especially come close to her.
My scholarship prize, a small amount at the time of only $600, was stolen from my drawer—money that I was saving for, at the time, my college tuition and books. It was not much, but I was proud to at least earn some income and put it to good use. But what truly broke me was having my crown stolen, and she admitted to selling it in exchange for money.
Mentally, I was not allowed to defend myself, say what I needed to say, or stand up for myself in this dilemma, nor was I even allowed to debate the argument. My father at the time would not have believed me.
But that is to prove to you that evil, malicious individuals are professional architects of their own kind, making a blueprint of exactly how and when to strike...
Let me take you back to 1985, when it all started...
The year was 1985. I was 15 years old. My parents at the time were divorced, and immediately, unfortunately, my father moved in with his girlfriend, soon to be wife. I was already sensing that this journey I was about to enter was going to be hell—and it was. It's like knowing exactly 💯 that your heart and your senses don't lie to you.
You have this aura and gifted sense that you know when danger is lurking, but these individuals, like my personal "VILLIAN," will manipulate the situation to the point that what they are doing to you mentally—intimidating you and shutting your spirit down—becomes a normal process. It sounds crazy, but one starts to adjust and doesn't even dare to speak about the toxic family members or the corrupt mind they are trying to use against you.
You are absolutely 💯 brainwashed.
These individuals have everything: education, careers, wealth, luxury spending—especially my "VILLIAN." Only NORDSTROM or BLOOMINGDALE. I'm 56, and I have never been to Nordstrom or Bloomingdale's. One truly has to have the gold coins to go shopping there.
They have it all, yet they live on not just oxygen but the taste of malice...as if the taste of malice to them is like fine wine. The thrill of destroying one's aura is a taste of victory for them. Unfortunately, I was her victim.
I learned in life that there are two pathways: the one where you choose a career you love and the one where you choose a career to survive in order to avoid further harm and destruction of oneself 💯.
In my case, I had to pass the mandate report exam, become a firefighter paramedic, learn some pre-law courses, and study neuroscience and child development in order to understand her behavior and her rude desire to understand why she wanted to make my life miserable.
I remember one time, when I was 17 years old, in 1987. It was Christmas, and I opened a small gift. I was surprised to even receive a gift. She immediately said to me in front of the whole family—cousins, aunts and uncles, and even grandparents—"Open your gift, you ugly whore."
I was shocked. I immediately looked at my family. They all pretended they did not hear.
My father, of course, was not around to hear it.
She knew the exact timing and the exact moments, and since I was extremely introverted and quiet, she abused the situation even more...
Part 2 continues...
