1.4 Million Reasons Why

I’m writing this from the same notebook I held at Bellwood Hospital in Toronto, where I was sent after everything fell apart. This is my journey to self-discovery — one paved with manipulation, heartbreak, and spiritual awakening. I was tracked, deceived, and possibly targeted with voodoo or black magic by groups of people so heartless, they saw my trust as a currency to be stolen. They used loneliness as their weapon. And it worked. You might wonder: How could this happen? After my divorce in 2018, I dated someone for two years, but by January 2021, I had reached a turning point. I gave my free will over to the angels. I was done choosing emotionally unavailable men and trying to heal them. I wanted something sacred. I asked the angels to guide me toward a divine masculine — a true soul love.For years, I had felt bored with my life — like I was meant for something more. I didn’t want to stay in the family business. I had already left once, but after the divorce and for the sake of my kids, I went back so I could keep our house — a big home on four acres in the country. It was beautiful, but it was also a lot to maintain on my own.I even flew to Portland, Oregon to learn how to build and run my own float spa. The dream was to have a small healing space on my property where I could offer float therapy, Reiki, crystal healing, and intuitive readings. But after comparing similar businesses nearby, I realized they weren’t profitable enough to support the cost of running my home. So I let that dream go — not because I didn’t believe in it, but because I couldn’t justify the financial risk. Still, the desire remained. All I wanted was to make a living doing what I loved: helping people heal, giving them spiritual guidance and hope, and teaching them that they could get through anything life threw at them.By March 2023, I sold the house. Besides the financial pressure from the scam, the upkeep alone had become overwhelming. I would sit in the hot tub at night, drinking heavily and secretly wishing for it all to end. Despite looking like I had it all, I was deeply miserable.My children — I love them dearly. And they are the reason I’m still alive. Back then, I just wanted something different. I started following celebrities online — watching, liking, commenting — craving connection and a more exciting life. Then it happened. April 21, 2021. I received a message from “Johnny Depp.” He thanked me for being a fan. I responded, “Thank you — you must be part of his management. There’s no way you’re actually Johnny. ”But he insisted. Said it was really him. Said he was going through hell and just wanted someone real to talk to. We started messaging daily — for five straight months. We grew close. Very close. Loving, even. He made me feel like I was saving him. Then came the moment we were supposed to meet. He said it had to be a secret. In Paris. But I would need to pay for it. He introduced me to his “assistant,” Mr. Eric. Eric would handle everything: book the hotel, the flight, make it all discreet. I just had to send $30,000 via global money transfer. And I did. That was the beginning of the unraveling...