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Dear Fellow Victims of Lloyd Edwin Richmond
Incident of reference:
- Police Suspect Everett Area Man 84 Killed Missing Tenant
- Accused Killer of Tenant Now Charged With 2 Earlier Assaults
- Body found near Stampede Pass identified as Snohomish County homicide victim
Lloyd has several personality traits that support why he would have murdered Allan. Lloyd, historically, has blamed his victims for his lack of ability to regulate his emotions. Lloyd frames his victims as being ‘crazy’ or having a personal agenda that justifies what he does. He’s adept at shifting the focus to his victims.
The following video is important to keep in mind. Lloyd shields himself well with a convincing facade of being a law-abiding citizen. He is not. Look into his electronic records. If the Washington State FBI were to look for his trophy box as well as his electronic history logs, they may find more that is involved with his murder case and the depth of his sinister character.
What Lloyd is trying to convey is that he was helpless in maintaining control of his emotions. My argument is, he has always had a volatile temper and he has always been capable of murder. A couple of his victims have been avoiding him because they were afraid of him. Another victim who experienced trauma-bonding from him has been terrorized by him for years.
Lloyd is a very calculated killer. There’s more to his story than this one incident. There are several of us that have been violated by him. Lloyd needs to remain behind bars for the rest of his life. Every single one of his victims deserves to see that happen.
If any of Lloyd’s victims can come forward, I stand with you. If Lloyd remains behind bars for the rest of his life, you will be safe from him. We have the power within ourselves to make sure he stays where he belongs.
We can reclaim our lives. We can move forward with our trauma. We can continue to survive this. He does not get to win. I stand in solidarity with all of his victims and I will take the stand to testify against his character if need be.
It is possible to manage the anxiety that he created in us. What happened to us happened. What we feel is absolutely valid. Nobody, not one single person can take that from us. I am walking forward with the acceptance that he did what he did to us.
If you can find the strength to walk with me, I will not back down. We can unify to have our voices heard. Male or female. He does not get to win. We do.
Monday, September 27, 2021
Honesty Is Such A Lonely Word
The Feeling Is Real
Not having been through the same exact thing doesn't mean that I can't feel sorrow, grief, or moral injury.
It shows in your body. It shows in your face. It shows in your choices in action. It's easy to try to find a way to drown or numb the way we feel.
The struggle is real. We feel what we feel. It hurts and it feels like there won't be any escape.
While the world judges us, criticizes us, demeans us, and shames us for not fitting in their neat little boxes of categories with identifiable properties that make them feel better, we can only hope they will never know how it feels.
Titles don't mean anything. Status doesn't make it better. Power means nothing when we feel so broken. Nobody understands how the hurt is shredding our insides or how our heart aches to feel better.
The feeling is real while our guts feel twisted like horses must feel when they're writhing from colic.
Maybe a drink will numb it, we think. Not realizing that the lie is in "nobody," "everyone," "should," "can't," and "never." The lie is in the phrase, "just smile." While we lash out at demands that we're prettier when we smile.
We don't care about being prettier or making them feel good when they don't understand. How could they?
How could they know what it feels like to have an identity that feels like an empty vessel? How can they know what it feels like to have nothing? How can they know how deep the sorrow goes and how can they know the cracks in our soul?
Maybe they don't. Maybe they don't understand what to say or how to say it. Only certified professionals have the credentials to help us through. Except, we don't want anyone in our heads and picking us apart because the pain of dredging all of that up is too difficult to face.
Maybe I don't know exactly what you feel. How could I? I do know what it is like to feel the sense of hopelessness and helplessness. I do know what it feels like to love and to have lost. I know what it is like to grieve and what it is like to despair.
I know how the chest can ache with sorrow and grief and I do know what it is like to miss someone we love. I also know what it is like to love and to never be loved in the same way we love and what it is like to hate that.
There is a lot that is familiar to me and while I may not understand, I do feel. Many of us are feeling the feels and those that do not understand and cannot love us in return--it was never about us. It was all about them.
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