Love, Justine

4/1/24

Monday

8am

April Fool’s and Lupus Awareness Day. It’s raining and cold outside. My mother messaged me on the kiosk that they told the boys that I have a disease that sometimes makes me  make bad decisions and I was fighting with the police again. At least they’re not telling them that I just chose drugs over them, which is what they told Tiger her whole life. Superman still seems distant and detached.

I don’t blame him.

Everybody has a pain threshold.

Daisy and I go to the Library at 2:30pm. She went and got bloodwork this morning. I wonder why I didn’t go. We went to the doctor on the same day. Maybe they’re waiting to get my records.

Who knows.

My bones hurt I guess I’ll read my, “The True American” book.

1pm

I wrote the Prison Journalism Project and a reporter from Spotlight PA on the kiosk. I also wrote the judge in my case:

To the Honorable Judge Sadist Miller,

I have reached the decision by the court that my pro se civil complaint in Modification of Custody, case number 221 of 2015, has been rescheduled. 

However, I am currently incarcerated at SCI-Muncy due to new charges stemming from a psychotic episode brought on my Bipolar I Disorder with Psychotic Features, which I have been diagnosed with.

On 2/27/24, I was found walking on the side of Route 49 by police in inappropriate dress for the cold weather, according to the police report. I was not doing anything illegal, and I have no memory of this event.

I was taken to UPMC Cole Hospital forcibly by the police and subsequently released, although I was still delusional and psychotic.

The same exact event the repeated itself, resulting in two charges of Disorderly Conduct and two charges of Resisting Arrest.

I was dragged, beaten, and tased by the police, as evidenced by the marks on my body and in their own report.

I still fail to see where they had probable cause to arrest me, as at no time was I doing anything illegal. At no time was CRISIS or an ambulance called to help me, even though the police noted in their report that they could plainly see that I was suffering from a mental health crisis.

After the second event, I was again taken to UPMC Cole, where I was sedated and I was then taken to Clarion Psychiatric Hospital of my own free will and accord under a 201 Order.

Before these events, I did not (and still do not) have any technical violations, and I was in full compliance with my State Parole Conditions. I was working part-time with Tioga Publishing and living in transitional housing. I never missed a visitation visit with my children.

However, State Parole Officer Matthew Gibson forced me to stop seeing my trauma therapist of nearly 10 years, Sandy, and instead made me see a new therapist an hour away in Wellsboro at Crossroads. I was continuing to see my psychiatrist, Dr. B., every month and was in compliance with my psychiatric medication regimen.

This abrupt change in therapists and only being afforded one hour per week with my children is what precipitated my psychotic episode, as it has before. The current custody order causes undue hardship and immense suffering for both me and my children. 

Unfortunately, for me, this suffering manifests itself in psychoses that I cannot predict or control. My original charge, Aggravated Assault of an Officer was also due to a psychotic episode in which I attempted suicide and fought with the police when they tried to arrest me.

In this most recent case, I fail to see why and how the police could legally arrest me at all, as walking on the side of the road is not illegal under any circumstances. 

That said, I would like to request a continuance in my custody case, as I have been retained pending the disposition of these new charges.

Respectfully submitted, 

Jessica Kenley

I sent the rough draft of that letter along with another letter to Motorcycle. Almost time for library.

3:30pm

I got three books at the library. I would have been able to get four, but Ms. Grumpy Crabass got three out in my name and must not have returned on.

Ugh.

Then we got back and Daisy’s e-cigarette went missing. Jesus Christ. Isn’t it enough that we’re in prison? Does Burgundy have to steal from us too?? God, I hope she leaves soon, like she says she’s going to.