In 2000, I signed a Sea Org contract and flew out to Los Angeles to enter the Sea Organization, whose members dedicate themselves to working for the Church of Scientology over multiple lifetimes for the next one billion years. After three months, they rejected me and sent me back home due to my mental problems

In 2002, I injured my head while working on my truck. People said I acted strangely after this--then my church labeled me "PTS Type III" (Scientology jargon for "psychotic"), and a notice was added to my ethics folder by my mother Elli. This meant I wasn't allowed to take Scientology courses, and is banned from the building. Scientologists knew not to talk about me; anyone who asked after me was told "it's not any of your business."

2002: I started hearing voices and talking to people who my mom said 'weren't there'. I heard someone say I was 'schizophrenic'-but we Scientologists know there's no such thing as mental illness. L. Ron said so.

2002: My Mom wanted Glenda Rose, a Scientologist chiropractor, to examine me and prescribe vitamins, but she refused because she said I'd"gone crazy".

May 2002: I was arrested for trespassing on the University at Buffalo campus. I heard the goddess Diana tell me to go there, and that's what I told the police, but they arrested me anyway. They kept me in a holding center for two weeks. My Mom wouldn't let them get me a psych evaluation because of we're Scientologists. She brought documentation, including a Scientology release form (see The Lisa Clause ) stating that I objected to mental health treatment. Because of this, the authorities agreed to allow me to skip the evaluation. Eventually I was released.

2002: My Mom was told by an osteopath and fellow Scientologist, Dr. Conrad Maulfair, that I was suffering from high levels of arsenic and toxic metals in my system, and he suggested a course of intravenous therapy. Instead, my Mom decided to use a mixture of vitamins that she put together herself.

March 11, 2003: My Mom called Anne-Marie Dunning, Ethics Officer at the Buffalo Org, because I was giving her a hard time.

March 13, 2003 Hey! It's L. Ron's Birthday! While my Mom was on the phone with a friend, I came out of the shower, got a knife from a drawer in the kitchen, pushed her into the bedroom and stabbed her 77 times.