My plan when I was told I was gonna be forced to take medication was to run away to a friend. They had let me go to the store (with personnel) at the hospital. I bought some candy at the store. I wasn’t gonna eat the candy, just needed to buy something so it seemed believeable. As I was putting candy in the bag in the store my adrenaline shot up as I was thinking about at what point I was gonna escape. As we left the store and went back to the hospital, I was trying to talk normally to the guy following me, while I thought about when I was going to run away. When we reached the hospital door I dropped the bag and ran off as fast as I could.
My plan was this: I was going to call a friend that is not a close one. It had to be a friend my family didn’t know about so they couldn’t find me. I would stay at their place. My plan after that was to live in a tent near the woods. I had my bank card so I could buy a lot of food and warm clothes to have there (winter was coming). I was going to live near the woods for 6 months and then prove to them that I could live without medication when I returned after 6 months.
Well my plan failed, I won’t go into any detail but the damned police caught me.
I was forced to take a needle up my ass with zyprexa and the rest is history.