Dear Dr. Janel Casey,
I have often thought of writing you since my involuntary incarceration on May 21th, 2020. I had even began letters only to derail off track due to the need of following through with ever more immediate pressing concerns, such as food, income, or some other immediately life destabilizing issue. Simple things that everyday people take for granted, like printer toner, an envelope, a stamp and the energy required to mail such while meeting other pressing demands.
The included file here was began on December 4th, 2020 after receiving my Royal Columbian Hospital Medical Records. Again, I never followed through as I could not meet my needs in communicating with you. If I recall, I might have been banned once again from Facebook which in effect denies my ability to communicate my medical needs as a Canadian Citizen within Canada. If this was not an issue towards communicating with you then, it was an issue in communicating an intent at some other point in the past.
FREEDOM OF SPEECH, and FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION are Canadian values guaranteed under the Canadian Bill of Rights, and the Canadian Constitution Act of 1982; the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms.
Even further, as per John 1:1 - In the Beginning was the Word, and "Whereas Canada is founded upon principles that recognize the supremacy of God" which is a Constitutional Statement that comes before "the rule of law"...
Psychiatric Impairment
Due to my overall health, due to my overall ability / inability to communicate issues that are deeply personal, yet ever so simple that they become ever more complex and near impossible to verbally communicate I had chosen at some point to simply leave you a message over Facebook. I questioned whether this was actually socially appropriate, and even professionally appropriate, and to date I have not done so. However, medical needs are medical needs, regardless of how they are communicated.
I have personally viewed your Facebook page, and I did appreciate you and yours. You have a beautiful family. Out of the twenty or more psychiatrists that I have now seen, you remain as one of my favourites for reasons that I possibly wrote about to my friends in private quite some time back. I do not wish to cause you disturbances over Facebook, but at the same time I need to communicate in a realm that suits my person, my real world medical needs as they are defined by my truth, and not someone else's confining restrictions.
I am completely over-burdened with logistics that appear near impossible to address. The odds against me are continually elevated by external parties which is why I have always had to be very careful about what, when and where I communicate to whom and how I actually go about doing such. I have chosen to steer myself back onto my former direct in the chance that you may actually choose to Serve the Greater Truth and assist me in my needs. On the other hand, a part of me feels it is too late, there is simply too much damage and no true feasible recovery.
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Subject: Re: reaching out
Date: 2021-03-08 4:22 am
From: Dan Berladyn dan@berladyn.online
To: "Casey, Janel [FH]" Janel.Casey@fraserhealth.ca
In looking for reference to your name today, among other needed information, I have come to find that my Medical Files are missing (stolen) sometime between my Arrest by the Port Moody Police on February 19th, 2021 and today's day of writing May 3rd, 2021 (misplaced). I was originally going to write the police and possibly several other related parties, but I have now elected to focus the personal energy that I do not have upon you in the chance that you may provide me with the adequate bandaging through FraserHealth.
Arrested
I was Arrested for eating household food instead of just simply killing myself.
Bail Hearings
On February 20th, 2021, I was incarcerated in Port Moody Police Jail Cells. I had a Bail Hearing for my Release with a Justice of the Peace where I had stated things to the effect that I needed immediate release and that I was willing to work openly where all may see with Fraserhealth and/or many other entities who continually refuse to engage my actual needs as they are defined by the truth as I know the truth to be.
The Justice of the Peace ordered another Psychological Evaluation which naturally I took issue with, only to find myself potentially giving in to the idea of a 'Rogers Order' *if* certain mandatory conditions were met. In other words: God is my Doctor, whom you or anyone else would assist, rather than attempt to take the place thereof. However this was not even explored.
On February 22, 2021, I was still yet incarcerated in the Port Moody Police Jail Cells. After much confusion, and after much back and forth as to what was to actually transpire this day, I did not get a Psychological Evaluation. After I had put my mind towards such, and after the jarring confusion in the morning before the hearing and I was left without.
Instead I had a Regular Bail Hearing with a Provincial Court Judge out of Port Coquitlam. This while I could not even be provided with a pen and paper to appropriately prepare statements.
I did however manage to state that I have been "MURDERED BY THE STATE", and that "I have Murdered in the good name of Her Majesty the Queen, Queen Elizabeth II". I also stated that I needed "Immediate Assistance to Save my Life". I stated that I needed "Empowerment by the State to Save my Biological Life" or words to that effect. Once again this fell onto deaf, blind and unwilling ears for reasons that may be simply excused as statute.
As a MALE I never appear to be granted the empowerment needed to protect my interests, nor those of my family. Instead, this 'System' does the exact opposite by accusing MALES as it empowers everyone else who just happen to work against us people born with a penis, or so it seems. I have been told by at least three government entities in different manners that there is no help for my person because I am MALE.
This results in my DEATH because these issues for me here are not negotiable. They are hard fact that cannot be changed. Hard fact such as 2 + 2 = 4. I cannot change the historical variables, nor can I change the answer that they produce when they are applied to equations in real time throughout the reality of life. The Truth is simply the Truth and there is really no if, and's, or buts about it
So why am I writing you Dr. Janel Casey?
Well to be honest, I perceive you as being one of the few who did not bring me outright psychiatric harm. You are one of the only ones who did not act against my person without understanding the consequences of doing such. You are someone who appeared to respect the expression of "do no harm" among other things, such as your unobtrusive personal nature, how you present, etc. If I recite my memory from incarceration you had had a very light footed way about you. Spiritually, you simply floated transparently for a lack of better words in this moment.
At this point, I am wondering if I can covey the required picture to paint with words in regards to what I am requesting of your person, what is needed of my person, and how to properly conduct such affairs in manners that openly work for all the parties involved. I seek personal convenience, integrity, efficiency and accountability through being open before the eyes of all so that no one may hide, cheat, lie, and steal in a manner where everyone everywhere may openly keep watch in an effort to ensure that the Truth and Justice prevails.
I wish I could write this better in the moment here that I have allotted for such. My intents have been clearer on other days, but essentially I was right to determine that I need to fix this 'System' before I could ever fix myself. Fix it for everyone that is. Logistically the burdens and damages to my person are so great that I cannot even not explain them in full. Attempting to do so causes ever more ongoing damage which is one of the main issues I have with involuntary incarcerations. They cause more self-perpetuating damage to my person than they resolve.
Furthermore, involuntary incarcerations provide those with ill intent the convenient means at their disposal to root through my belongings violating my home and person. This while irreplaceable artifacts go missing such as evidence. Evidence such as the exact medical files that are related to the arrests in question in question before the courts, etc. I have been so violated that I have expressed the lack of will to even go on living, and even further government entities continue to exact damaging effects upon my person that make life logistically impossible to continue on living even if I wanted to.
Hence, my commentary of being MURDERED BY THE STATE.
Current Status and Needs
If I look to the damages over the last five years, there is the destruction of my livelihood, my union membership, my finances, my independence, my relations with family, extended family, employers, peers, associates, clients, friends, along with my perception of nearly every government entity. Including the one employing yourself. All of this, along with the destruction of any new relations I begin, it just does not end.
My cat is dead. He was last seen with someone who attempted to imply that I was an animal abuser in testimony. My cat loved me so much that he followed me wherever I went. He would know what time I came home and he would wait for me at the door. He would follow me into all the neighbours houses. My personal possessions and my home has been looted through extensively.
I have been left for dead on the street while others attempted to take my rightful home. Now my elderly mother who I had no choice but to entrust my life in order to save her's is senior-napped. I am so poor that I do not even have a bank account and it is not even worth setting one up with all of the ongoing assaults to my overall health. I am now to be locked out of my home with doors I paid for and installed once again. I am also left with no food and no support, making it impossible to get on my feet in independence.
In fact, every time I have begun to get up on my feet and recover since coming home, I have had others knock me back down. I wish I had the energy and desire to explain in this moment, but if it was not for dishonest siblings and their cohorts doing such, it was overly eager police doing such. I wanted restraining orders on both, but I was too ill and too burdened with too many problems to ever even look into beginning to request such.
For myself, it would be ideal if I could have had peace, security and the means to simply write out all the facts. Correct all the files written about my person, and to have forensically re-written my own history in very great high unbiased detail. From there, I could have sorted out the who, what, where and when using such for my Legal Defence, and perhaps even Legal Offence. I have just simply been slowly murdered very painfully with the unjust aims of others, bureaucratic corruption and injustice.
In my higher ideals, I wanted to be as truthful and as open as possible. Even more so, I wanted to be as accurate as possible. I wanted to set the Truth Free for all to see. For all to study. For all to understand the issues and problems with the System no matter where anyone stands within such. My injustice is your injustice so to speak. Perhaps it is my high ideals that have been impairing me at key points in resolving these issues, but there is a reason for everything. I record police officers, doctors, lawyers, everyone with an effecting hand because I have caught so many mistruths and damaging outright lies that there is nothing else I can do but attempt to fight on the most purest grounds that I can.
Which is a major reason as to why your incarcerations do not work. Furthermore, I need a keyboard and access to the internet to fully communicate. Although, I admit it is not really working for me tonight. I do not feel that I am writing my needs appropriately in this moment. If this system actually worked for the person that it was treating, I would not be in this position. This system to me has been so easy to fix, not just for myself, but for everyone and knowing that has been very painful. At least in my own perspectives. Painful to see something that I believed was so simple to put into effect, yet so impossible to convey without the resources to do so independently.
Currently, I am probably in the worst overall shape that I could be in in many functional regards. Logistically speaking I mean. Mentally, emotionally, for the most part I am doing better in terms of health that way, but I am completely impaired by the logistics which just re-cycle all the issues as I crumble into dust. I do not see a means to survive. I cannot even afford to feed myself, nor even go to work so that I may feed myself.
The damages are so thorough, and so complete, that there is no way up under the control of other people, yet on the other hand the damages are so thorough, and so complete that there is no up without the help and assistance of other people. In the very least just to biologically survive, I would need the police completely restrained in order to have a chance at ensuring my own survival while I bring no harm to any other person.
It's just insanity in some ways, and I wish I was writing this part better. Ideally, Fraserhealth would just have an open purse that I could take from to get up on my feet. Everyone could see what I took, but that would never work because not many people are like me. I do not actually want money from the government. I want my independence and I want to earn my own way through life. If I did accept a 'Rogers Order' I could have used such for buying the essentials: coffee, food, smokes.
From there, I could have written my own forensic history as accurately as possible and considered such to be employment, or a job, or something rather that I was getting paid for. I am not sure, but that idea of fixing the 'System' might be a dead horse that I can longer do, but one that I continue to flog because it was so important to my person to do so. It was so important to be as accurate and efficient as possible out of my own free will without anyone knowing.
I have been placed into a position by the the "System" where it has become next to impossible to biologically survive, let alone defend myself against ridiculous Charges over ridiculous Court Conditions and (in short) proven liars looking to take my life. If you have any ideas, I am open to your suggestions and your input. Please beware that anything you tell me, may be told before the whole world.
Thank you,
Dan Berladyn
Suggested Reading:
- https://dan.berladyn.online/archives/pdf/Crown-Office_20201007.pdf
- https://dan.berladyn.online/archives/pdf/Crown-Office_20201207.pdf
Related Links
- https://psychiatry.ubc.ca/2017/06/09/fraser-health-leadership-announcement-dr-megan-roberts-and-dr-janel-casey/
- https://www.ratemds.com/doctor-ratings/3551381/Dr-Janel-Casey-New+Westminster-BC.html
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From: Dan Berladyn <dberladyn@gmail.com>
Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2021 at 02:44
Subject: Dr. Janel Casey - Royal Columbian Hospital
To: <anson.koo@fraserhealth.ca>
Hello Dr. Anson Koo,You are forever imprinted with the words:
"We can help you, but we do not want to."
"We do not have time."
*Smile*
Well, I am asking you to make some time via an email. How may I get in touch with Dr. Janel Casey via text without any further bureaucratic impairments?
Perhaps you could pass her this email message for me, along with the following link:
https://dan.berladyn.online/2021/03/03/dr-janel-caseyThank you kindly,
Dan Berladyn
Post Script,
Thank you for not keeping me for the full 30 days, Jan / Feb of 2016.
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From: Dan Berladyn <dberladyn@gmail.com>
Date: Sat, 6 Mar 2021 at 12:54
Subject: Re: Your email
To: Koo, Anson Dr. [FH] <Anson.Koo@fraserhealth.ca>Hello
My phone lines are now down from all of the continual ongoing damage brought to my person by my siblings, the police, the courts, etc. Not to fill this email with issues, but losing phone numbers and phone lines means that I lose work and repeat clients. The damage is incredibly exponential in effect. Since 2016, I estimate that I have lost over $500,000 in income. As an Artisan, as a Tradesperson, as Sub/Contractor, as a Small Business, as someone who earns an honest living with own hands, this kind of thing is absolutely decimating.
A person learns that even when everything appears bleak on the work front to simply hold the line as something will come through. It can be odd how it works, but often out of the blue will come some past client on calling good reference/relations, and that is just enough to span the gap and keep a person financially operating. I have literally been killed by this system. Pretty much everything throughout my life is either destroyed, damaged, or just outright gone. I am actually just looking at hospital notes, as I was about to write someone else and personally, I cannot believe the failure. The data that is lost left and right, data that gets not only gets lost, but gets completely corrupted (un)intentionally by staff as they enter the information into files. It's just insane. The same thing happens with the police.
I cannot provide you, or Dr. Janel Casey, with a working phone number as I do not have one. I can however call her at a specified time if that would work for her. I strongly suggest email, however I will attempt to accommodate her needs if this is the manner in which she like to proceed. Just offer me a phone number and a time to call, thank you.
Dan Berladyn
On 2021-03-06 12:33 p.m., Koo, Anson Dr. [FH] wrote:
> Hello
>
> Thank you for your email. Could you please provide me your phone number so that Dr. Casey can contact you. She has tried to reach you without success thus far.
>
> Anson Koo, MD, FRCPC
> FHA Mental Health, Psychiatry
> Program Medical Director
> Regional Department Head
>
>
No one is going to like me sharing communications publicly, but… "mental health", truth is the best medicine and God is the doctor.
Speaking of such, I swear I have some dyslexia. I make errors that are common to me in typing/writing. When I was younger I learned how to step back and correct whatever that was within me that causes such, but I have long lost the art of finding my own tune. I used to write a girlfriend as a teenager, and that was actually very good for me. I wish I hung on to those letters as she even sent them all back at my request.
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Subject: Re: reaching out
Date: 2021-03-08 4:22 am
From: Dan Berladyn dan@berladyn.online
To: "Casey, Janel [FH]" XXXXXXXXXX@fraserhealth.caHello Dr. Casey,
Well, that is an understatement, and it's not really "lately", as it's been ongoing over the last five, perhaps even ten plus years, or even more to be honest. The cause of these current problems that is. I just took steps to stabilize myself in order to have some short-term stability, so your timing is good. Although on the other hand I am not sure where is best to allot my limited time and energy. This is rather simple, and there's many ways to answer your question. Some of the best ways to communicate simply require me to step back, re-find the right perspective and turn to you in approach with the right words; the right conveyance. However, I am not sure I can do that at this moment. Which is funny because I have had relatively simple thoughts as to what I should express to you when you do find the time to write me, but they are not readily available to me as I attempt to write this here and now. Perhaps I should stick with the most pressing issue at this time which is maintaining personal stability.
I have had at least two extremely vivid defining dreams in my life, both of which explain this story; my story. The first was as a young boy, and the second was as a young adult. I somewhat look around at times and I fear that I am in the last stages of the second dream. I wish I could explain without going too far off into a tangent or without painting myself into a corner. What is going on now has already been dreamt. For myself, I kind of believe that as a human being, as intelligent life, we exist within the truth that surrounds us and as we do so we subconsciously collect all the variables of our world around us, through such we learn of minuscule dynamics, and as the little biological computers we are; we subconsciously calculate everything and *boom*; one night we end up with very vivid alarming dreams that wake us in the middle of the night, complete with a deep sweat, as we have the ability to process our own future to some extent. It's just math. Something like that anyways. I feel weak in my written description even if it appears fitting to you.
Let's see here, what can someone with your titles, in your position, with your resources at hand, assist with me with in regards to stabilizing myself so that I can "fix" this system, in order to "fix" myself? Is that what I wish to say, I am not sure. I am not sure as I feel I want to communicate something more effective. I did however come to conclude that while forced into homelessness, destitution, residing with drug addicts that smoked Fentanyl and Meth under my bed as I slept (this while I avoided their discarded needles, death threats, and physical assaults throughout the day), that I needed to "fix" this system before I could ever "fix" myself. As I told Peter Ng, Crown Administrative Counsel of the Port Coquitlam, Provincial Courts of British Columbia, I am a victim of injustice. That of course feels like an understatement as well. I am sure people have had much worse goes in life, but all in the same breathe; I am sure not many would even survive that spell I went through. If the same was done to my person when I was older, if it was done now even, I doubt I would biologically survive it again.
I am a victim of many things, and I am not the only victim here. In a court tele-conference on February 22nd, 2021, I managed to state that both my mother and I were the victims; the primary victims. At the core, we are the victims of sibling rivalry and greed. We are the victims of my siblings who wish to take my take my life unjustly. They secretly covet my existence. They always have. I have always been the victim of their combined mutual aims since I was young. I am someone who remembers being born. I know my history. I know my personal development, and I know the development of those born into the same household in the same era as myself. I know the dynamics. I know the plays. I know the drivers. I am just not sure of how to convey such to you here and now, but I can convey that all of this has been the result of siblings who historically have and do continue to seek unjust emotional, financial and logistical enrichment at the expense of my person, at the expense of this household, and the expense of the relationship between my own mother and myself.
In short, they are slaughtering me and even bringing my elderly mother harm in the process. As she confessed in tears to Dr. Owen James some years back; I am the "One". I am the "One" that put her needs, the needs of my mother and father, the needs of this house before my own. I am the one who didn't leave her side, and I am the one who had committed to helping her save this home; to saving this house, my parents, and everything I cherished. All my eggs have been put in one basket as for myself that was the only answer to multiple problems. Even in wanting to abandon such, being forcibly left with no other choice in certain times, I never truly could leave and whenever it came down to doing the 'right thing' - I always gave in and did what was right. There were years where everything appeared lost, where everything seemed darkened to the point where I would lose my life as my parents lost theirs, however in just trusting in following through and continuing on accepting the situation, eventually life within this house came to a clearing and the Sun appeared to shine again.I do not want to focus too much on that latter bit, but it is an important part of it all. My mother and I have always gotten along just fine when we are left alone to our own devices. In fact, we have always got along the best in secret, especially in mutual need, in the least when everyone else was too busy with their own lives elsewhere to bother thinking about ours. When my mother and I both had the need to help each other without others being overly conscious of such. It is other people who seek to undermine and dissolve our relationship for their own purposes that destroy what is. In asking for help with aggressive, plotting, scheming and uncaring siblings who have literally (un)intentionally aimed to destroy my life and discard of my person, driving me into suicide, driving me into nearly dropping dead from psychological, emotional and financial abuse, all I have come to find is ever more virtue-signalling frauds playing the same pretend games that my siblings do. It's just too much really, people paid by the public purse pretending to be protecting my mother from me, her own son.
It's just too much, it really is, this whole system is such a fraud. That's not likely not going to win me points with you, or with any of your peers that work within such, but the 'system' continues to do everything that it shouldn't do. The 'system' seems to be hard-wired on attacking the actual victim here all while it protects and empowers the perpetrators. I feel like a rape victim, and each time I begin to pick myself up and clean myself off, someone or some effect of such comes along and does it all over again knocking me back down. I just cannot keep explaining this over and over. As someone who nearly committed suicide (2013/14) after "mental health" fraud and poison pills (medical fraud), as I was recovering from nearly killing myself in the darkest blackest hardest six months of my life, my siblings literally pirated the ship that they joylessly abandoned in an outlook of every man for himself, and then tried to throw me overboard almost killing me on my 40th birthday (2015), laughing to themselves at how funny in their plotted maneuvers where as they coerced an elderly citizen to commit fraud and nearly kill her own son.
I nearly dropped dead. People I was working with, intelligent capable people, actually thought I was going to drop dead right on site. Right there beside them. This lasted three weeks. I am sure where you work, in your offices, in your environment, that that might be a little hard to comprehend, but even I thought that I might drop dead. In fact, I was taking steps in case that had happened by writing victim services as I was instructed to do. This is a story that has no beginning and has no end it seems. Two months later while feeling like I was not going to receive any help, I start posting true factual short stories to Facebook. Short stories so that if I did actually end up dropping dead, my siblings could not continue running around telling everyone that I was crazy. Which is what they were doing at the time. For this, for writing short truthful factual stories that were likely very embarrassing for certain siblings to have me state publicly, I was named a physical threat to the safety of my family and rammed into your hospital, which only caused even further damage as you chased a 'medical condition' that didn't exist. All of this, while my little sister was dictating the terms to my extended family members, the terms I had to obide by if I wanted to continue living in my rightful home that would not be there for them to cheat me out of if not my own efforts, pains and losses.
Five years later, completely destroyed on nearly every front, I still continue to try to do the only thing I can do in my attempts to provide for myself, only to get knocked back down every time I start getting remotely close to being back up on my feet in any limited capacity of any sense and value. It's just really a cruel way to torture someone into their death. I have already commented this year that any sane person would just kill themselves because this system is actually insane. Police investigators do not investigate. They are lazy, short-sighted, and blind to some effect. They just apply the same stamp and file procedure to every file and then they have the audacity to complain that the issue never resolves itself, returning to their plate over and over and over again. The same courts that will not take me on my word, continue to operate with the same liars, the same people bending the truth, protecting and empowering the same perjurers, cheats and frauds while continuing to use the same or similar corrupted files, and proceeding to rule towards the same unjust outcomes, as if none of them are aware of what they are really doing. I am just tired of writing at this point, I wish I was conveying this better. However, I have literally been murdered by the state by unaccountable and uncaring government bureaucracies (common sense wise).
I have written you for assistance because the 'system' is literally now killing me biologically with woefully, and perhaps even willingly, 'blind' injustice. It is just absolutely disgusting to be honest. The court orders have now been nonsensically increased to point where I may not even speak to my own mother unless she contacts me first. Emergency food is now cut off by court making it impossible for me to sustain myself when opportunity to earn my existence comes along. This, while proven perjurers/liars, cheats/frauds, who have been coercing and using my mother to financially and mentally abuse my person are empowered and entrusted to continue their manipulation of senior citizen and the life of someone who has literally been completely destroyed, is nearly non recoverable and faced with the only realistic option of suicide. It's just too much. The way the system works, people employed by the government put forth things in court that they know are not true. The whole system is just pathetic in some manner, it really is. This is a single family household. It has been for fifty-two plus years and I am just written off as some irresponsible dangerous tenant in some suite that does not exist. By court order, I am abused again. Just over and over as the 'system' continues to create the very problem that it claims to be attempting to resolve, perpetually employing itself to literally drive me into my biological death. It's just nuts. It's not me, although if I was more perfect...
When it comes to me, I do not fit into boxes. I find people are exceptionally painful to speak to. I find this for many reasons, but it is my intent to state here that they simply do not get what should considered normal and even natural given the family scenario. People seem to have these ridiculously blind outlooks, these short sighted perspectives of the situation. It leaves them totally lost in matters and thinking that there is something wrong with me, rather than themselves and their own misconception. They add insult to injury by perceiving that I am fault for doing the best I could given the circumstances. I always could have done better, and I continually wish I could go back in time, but the facts of the matter are that it is very unlikely that I am the sole person at fault in a situation that involves multiple people. I look at everyone who simply does not have grasp of the situation right off the bat as dumb fools who shouldn't be interjecting. I just want to speed past all of this and get to the points where you, Fraserhealth, the University of British Columbia, etc. may help me. Yet, here I am burned out after feeling like I needed to write out what I have here above beforehand. This is where I am faltering, I am not conveying to you what I need to. What I have already processed. What I have already deemed as knowledge that I need to transfer to you, so you that you may take interest in assisting me. I am not sure that I will succeed in that, but here is the immediate:
Priority Wise
Priority wise I am in a logistically impossible position. It's not impossible, but it is very well near it considering all the factors. My biological medical needs are determined by my reality, not what is written in some text book, or some medical or policy manual. I mean no offense, but Fraserhealth has done enough damage to my person by trying to monkey around with my carburetors. I do not need someone at Fraserhealth telling me that they know what is best for me and for my life (smoking/medication), as clearly the opposite has been proven over and over to myself. The sad part about everything is, is that I have been too over-strained, too overwhelmed, too impoverished to ever write out in very high unbiased detail of what, where and when Fraserhealth (and anyone else) did right, and of what, where and when Fraserhealth (and anyone else) did wrong. As a person going through all of these 'systems' it is so painfully frustrating to see where the 'system' could easily be improved with minimal expenses, let alone the pain of knowing your own immediate needs required to save your own life, and not really having a chance in communicating them. Of course, this is the dead horse that I need to quit flogging. These supposed improvements that I believed I had foreseen as needed.
Logistical Impossibility
I as a tradesman, small businessman, artisan, employed, or self-employed, have been driven into an impossible corner. It's not impossible, but adding my age, my overall health, my history, the damages already incurred, the future looming problems that are incrementally getting worse in time, then adding in the net drain of energy and resources of communicating with you, never mind dealing the legal bureaucracy of the court system, etc. I am literally in a corner where it is impossible to biologically survive. Removing yourself, the legal system, and any possible future police action against my person, I would have a tough time getting my ball rolling with no food, no cigarettes, no coffee, no truck insurance, no gas money, no financial allotment for material and tools, no anything and everything I may require. I no longer even have a bank account, and I need to operate in cash just to keep everything simple enough to re-gain strength, recover health, and slowly undue all the damages that have been caused since Dr. Oshun was looking at me laughing to himself in your emergency ward: "you never know, it might just work out for you, hee, hee..." as I assumed he signed off on document or something rather.
Emergency Employment Insurance BenefitsIn January/February of 2016, I was offered extended emergency employment insurance benefits. Those benefits combined with my insurance policies at the time, might just barely have held me intact, but I had to say no as the internal damage to my drive, my discipline, my momentum, my current employment (which I lost through hospitalization into the RCH) could not handle changing gears. Simply put, I had people in my home, negatively affecting my home, negatively affecting the relationship with the person my life is entrusted too in my home, and I didn't need all of that stuff. I just needed the people invading my home, and destroying such for their short-sighted gains, to be removed from my home so I could continue securing my life after nearly committing suicide and/or dropping dead from those same people. I just.. there was only one direction for me to have been able to head towards back then, and yet other people... anyways those benefits were a non-option at that point, and they are even more so of a non-option at this point.
Roger's Order
There have been several attempts to place me on a Roger's Order. In fact, I might have been placed on one to some effect inadvertently while on Probation. I was reading make shift logs last night, and I recalled that I was almost forced, tricked, duped or something rather into signing something while I was in terrible health. I never felt that that signature was valid and I immediately expressed such after the fact. I never had copies of that signed document if I vaguely recall and I did not feel the signature was valid. Anyways, I went through a nightmare to ensure that I was not under the 'control' of a government paid doctor who could never truly have a hope of 'managing' my needs for my person in real time. I have seen that and it doesn't work. It's just impossible, as the only way for me to really deal with anything in life is to put all the issues behind me, to put everything out of sight, and then just do my best to move forward. If I am having to waste my time to explain to someone why I am turning the steering wheel right to avoid the oncoming collision it's just simply too much.
While incarcerated involuntarily in Port Moody Police jail cells expecting another psychiatric evaluation that would come far too late, and in doing so serve other people more than myself (at least in my perspective), I did finally submit to the idea that perhaps a 'Roger's Order' would be appropriate for the financial stability it would bring. It would shore me up where I have been shorted for the last five years. It would allow me to provide for my base needs: food, coffee, cigarettes, and potentially some basic bills such as phone, internet, etc. From there I would then have a chance at least in sorting, organizing, documenting, and forensically writing my truth, my history so that I may fix my situation for myself, for my family, for everyone, but again that's just likely wishful thinking as the bureaucracy included in such is likely too much. My health and my needs are not being served if I am running around filling out forms, making appointments for other people to use as an excuse for a pay cheque, etc. That just brings further psychiatric harm and more issues. Not to mention the fact that it opens me up to yet another individual who is possibly going to taint and corrupt my truth.
I was, and still am, open to the idea of a Rogers Order if God was the assigned doctor, as at the end of the day, God is the actual doctor.
Employment / Contract
An idea that I had had sometime back, was the idea the idea that some government entity should just pay me to fix myself. It would be cheaper than everything I have been put through. At the end of the day, I am not a person who wants to take from the public purse. I am not a person who wants to take from the government. I am a person who is, or at least was, willing to work to fix this system, to fix himself, etc. Of course, definitions of what that entails may vary depending on perspectives. If the majority of society was cult like for example and they could not see their own misfortunes, with their definition of fixing myself by joining their cult, as may not be my definition as free person born upon this Earth as I was intended to be. My point here in bringing this up, is that the Port Moody Police, Fraserhealth, the University of British Columbia, even the Simon Fraser University and their Criminology Department, if there was a mutual interest to actually make use of the history here for study and improvement, so that the 'system' could be improved, any one of those entities could pay me to do, what I already had willed to do on my own. That is to forensically write my history in high detail for anyone anywhere to study without bias, then afterwards contribute for offer my own idea on how to efficiently improve these systems for all people everywhere without really having to make any real changes to the core of their operations. If the history was available, anyone could easily read and offer their own ideas.
Charity
This is actually a viable option. One that they may be deemed as impractical as the rest, but if every system worker who handled me or my files contributed $10 per month in supporting something like a viable effort into forensically writing the history for system improvement for every single person, this would actually be ideal. The police didn't go for it, but do do remember I have lost $500,000 in gross income and effects that are not coming back. The damages are exponential in effect.
In Conclusion
I can no longer logistically met my own biological needs for continuing my biological existence. I have concluded over and over again that the only viable answer is suicide. I am not suicidal. The 'system' has not served my needs. It has served something else. It has brought nothing but continual damage to someone it should have just stayed far away from. I have written you in the idea that perhaps you, Fraserhealth, or some other entity, would be of assistance. However, I am not writing this appropriately as I am burned out from typing too many words. I am writing you in the chance that you, or someone else, maybe able to find mutual interests and through such I might be able to find what I need to keep myself fed and stable while I sort out all the other problems that have been unjustly thrown onto my plate. This is actually your realm of profession, it is just that I am not explaining myself properly. There are things about this house and my family that are non-negotiable for the overall health of my person and I am being slaughtered from multiple angles. Emotional, Psychological, Etc.
I am only writing about the most pressing one. The fact, that this system has continually impoverished, impeded and impaired myself from even being able to provide for my own existence. It is not even excusable to be honest. I am online nearly 24/7. These are bureaucracies. Bureaucracies of people paid by the public purse who do not make use of someone desiring to be completely open, to be completely honest, and desiring to resolve issues as quickly and efficiently as possible. There is just no excuse for it. Just as there is no excuse to be submitting reports full of errors, when such could have been easily corrected before they were submitted for judicial review. Again, I am not concluding this letter properly as my immediate needs are out of the forefront of my mind, and I am just simply tired of writing. My family, the police, the courts, they cannot continue to shove injustice down my throat and expect me to accept such. It is never going to happen. There are emotional, psychological, spiritual and even religious perspectives that they are running roughshod over. Perhaps some do not care, and perhaps others (like my oldest brother and sister) enjoy it. They actually enjoy hurting me, they always have.I will regret not addressing more pertinent things to you here in this letter, but it is important to convey that I cannot even logistically continue to ensure that I am fit for communicating, let alone dealing with court as I would prefer to respond, let alone go out there and earn my own existence. It's just too much. I simply function by leaving my problems out of my mind until I can deal with them as what else can a person do? There is no sense panicking. There is no sense doing a lot of non-sensible things. I will however lose my ability to even write at this level of communication which means that the whole court will just run me over again and nothing will be resolved until I end up dead, which is something that friends have suggested that many people in positions would probably prefer to see happen as it is in their interest. Their "problem" is gone if that were the case. Perhaps they even get reward in some indirect manner from such. The Crown Prosecutors for example, they move up the ladder by winning their cases, not necessarily doing what is right in their cases. Anyways, I have been given so many problems that when I really think about life is not really worth it any longer. It is only worth it if I can make the best of it without expecting to be held to certain things, or vice versa.
My life is so damaged that by the time I get things repaired to somewhat where they were, I will have lost ten another years and.. it's just not right. Anyways I wish I would hold off on this letter as it is long and yet I will send it anyways, and see how you reply. By the way, I have tried to prune this of negative self-perpetuating comments towards the 'system' or other parties, but I may have missed a few lines.
Dan Berladyn