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That person is legitimately mentally ill. Those are paranoid delusions.

Holy fuck, I don't think I can maintain my safety any longer after reading that thread.

This comment basically sums it up:

"Down with bad things!"

"Yeah, but what bad things?"

"HOW DARE YOU SUPPORT BAD THINGS? I AM SO SICK OF BAD THINGS! GET THIS MAN!"

"The fuck? You aren't even saying anything"

"I can't believe people aren't listening to my message! Don't you guys realize how much I hate bad things? Don't you see how VIRTUOUS I am for hating bad things? Goddamnit why is no one crossposting my hatred of bad things to /r/bestof??????"

Enough out of you.

I tried to find it, and came across these two related comments:

Comment 1:

They advertise as “healing sanctuaries” to mental illness centers out of state, and then the patient is placed there, not their state’s problem any more, and it turns out to be this isolated work ranch where the owner takes and then sells all the medications these people need to be healthy. So in this case the slaves here were in psychotic breaks forced by the owner to keep them quiet. Food and access to hygiene and water and heat were regularly withheld. Some of these people were forced to live in filthy shitlined dog crates if they acted out. In fact, when I was extracting my vic and the animals that I could take (these people were also promised they could bring their pets, which is not allowed at shelters), the owners threatened everyone else into shutting up by executing one of their own dogs in front of these people. And then they sent two volleys of rifle fire in our direction on the hill. If anyone talked, this place is isolated as hell and big. Nobody would find the bodies.

Where are the chains?

I went to the law first with my vic, actually. That’s why they executed their own dog. The judge said if they were not paying rent, the only action they would take is immediate eviction. Into the forest that surrounds the place for miles. No food, no services, and a 40-mile hike. Douglas County, Colorado, has a person running a labor slavery racket off the backs of people who are supposed to be there to heal, and the law does not give a shit because they see them as less than real people.

Comment 2:

My team sorted out the casual rape and death threats from the credible death threats, dealt with false reports of me doing everything from falsely claiming disability (I don’t take SSDI, I just have a disability, and someone decided I must be stealing from SSDI) to outright theft, and law enforcement and the ACLU and a defamation lawyer are deciding in which order they are going to be making this director’s life a very bad place to be for the next 30 years.

I sort of hovered between taking lots of Klonopin and being shielded from the worst of it, to having to translate “I should stick a gun in her cunt and fire” from the original French in which it was typed. (My husband handled a lot of the threats in Hebrew and Spanish. I mean global hate figure here.) I couldn’t rely on faith, as my religion now hated me worst of all and the local Jewish newspaper splashed it all on the front page without even calling me or verifying fact one. I mean TWO journalists out of hundreds who wrote articles about me actually called me. Both of them were really bad at their jobs.

Anyway so then it was my birthday. And someone from down the lane in my slum texted me that she knew someone who needed help, and I seem to be a person that knows things, can I put my brain on it.

It’s not my place to say the hell this woman went through, because the bit I’ve described through posts on Reddit is the tip of the iceberg. But before I was a historian, I spend years working with trauma victims in local and global levels, and had gotten into human trafficking awareness work, interviewing and taking disclosures from people who survived rape squads, etc. I’ve been working rape awareness since I was 11 years old. My friend in the slum didn’t know all that, but my life does tend to run on serendipity.

Between my family, my faith, and seemingly the entire world and even a part of NY State Government on my ass and calling in terrorists to “deal with” something I didn’t even do, it was going to be my birthday and I hurt worse than I have ever been hurt. It hurt worse than being raped. Worse than being beaten. Worse than breaking my jaw and having to fix it myself. It’s like everything was made of hurt.

My husband asked me “What do you want? Anything?”

I said “I just want one person in this world to hurt less. I know it can’t be me. I was created for this world to absorb hurt. Just make someone hurt less.”

And he went to the bank, got the first $10,000 of his retirement fund, and said “You know how to get her out. Let’s go.” We tried law first, but there was no funding and no adequate staff and a very bad judge who reviewed the entire situation and threatened to evict all of the victims at the facility immediately if we dared press the matter.

So this woman had no help where she should have. My husband and I decided to extract whoever we were allowed to take: This woman and like 16? animals including horses and a donkey. Somebody should do something! Hey, I’m somebody!

We’re broke and I pawned my truck to meet her bills this month but my husband came out of retirement and went back to work so we can support this woman and let her heal, I think. She’s doing great. Better than she has ever felt. Most of her mental illness was in fact created by the abuse she was going through and the way her overprescribed medications were used to induce psychotic breaks if she didn’t stay in line.

The last person my husband and I got out directly, it was debt slavery that was used to reimprison him in Michigan over and over and rack up thousands in room and board for an old vagrancy and drunk charge. He moved out to family once he was free to leave the state since we just fucking paid his bill directly. Now that his life was no longer constantly disrupted by people throwing him in jail for financial violations, he could hold down a job and didn’t need to seek heroin to escape from his shitty life. He’s still clean and employed years later.

Now, that might look like a lot of text, which you might take to mean it explains everything nicely, but I think I ended up with more questions than before, just read the linked original comments for yourself, something just doesn't feel right, or maybe they're just bad at detailing events. It's all over the place, is it that hard to tell a story in chronological order, without reverting to vague references in the middle?

I'm too tired to try and understand it completely, but I'm going to ask /u/BigYearColorado a few questions to clarify:

1. Was the woman you rescued part of a "healing sanctuary"?

2. Why do you keep referring to some undefined group of people as your "team"? Why do you keep calling it an "extraction"? You make it seem like you were part of a SWAT team that broke down the doors and carried her out when you phrase it like that, which is strange because as far as I can tell, you never actually detailed how you got her out, other than the fact that she climbed into a truck with you. Who was your "team"? How did you perform this "extraction"?

3. Why do you keep referring to one person as "my vic" but not the person you rescued from debt slavery? It sounds really weird to call someone "my victim" and you keep doing it repeatedly.

4. Which terrorist groups are after you?

5. Why is the director of the cemetery trying to defame you?

I'm going to be honest, I've never heard of this "healing sanctuary" phenomenon, it sounds very concerning. I'm also going to tell you that your writing is very, very hard to follow, maybe you're just bad at telling stories? I think you might be able to get this to some news reporters and spread awareness of it if you could articulate your story a little better. I bet this type of thing would totally be down the alley of VICE News, they do documentaries on stuff like this.

Try keeping your audience in mind when your writing, and detailing the events in chronological order. It makes it easier to understand and follow what you're saying.