Abusive relationship GONE BAD

Hi my name is Daniel, I'm a guy from Brazil who have been sustaining major abusive behaviors from my ex partner for the past 6 months, at least.

We all, from a leftist libertarian mindset, tend to think of abusive relationships as the man being the oppressor, and that's true almost always, and I'm still with you girls.

But not in this case, in which a single person tried to use a legitimate movement to hurt another person, in this case, me.

There's a Brazilian law, that goes by "Maria da Penha Law", that is a major victory for woman's rights movements, since Maria, whom the law is named after, was put permanently in a wheelchair after being shot by her monster of a husband.

I suffer from depression and severe anxiety, and knowing the pain of mind's illnesses, was trying to be supportive and helping until the last minute. But I will never, ever try to help someone who doesn't want to help oneself. Ever. Again.

Long story short, after I announced that I was going to leave her (thanks to some Tumblr angel whose post about abusive relationships I stumbled upon empowered me to do so) shit got very ugly.

You know, cops are smelly fucking bastards, but as she started to destroy my things I grabbed my dog and ran out of the house and called the pigs out of pure desperation.

Well she did a scene and I got arrested for seventeen hours, and I gotta tell ya, police and jail in this country is not the paradise of the 1st world countries. So I was handcuffed and treated as an animal for this 17 hours for absolutely nothing. Well, nothing besides trying to be supportive because I still believe she's only sick, not evil, and I hold no grudges at all. my only concern is that it happens again to another person, and maybe it gets even worse, after all I'm practicing mindful meditation for 3 or 4 months now and could manage almost all situations like I was fucking Yoda. Even with the pigs holding back my meds.

So I got released after that 17 hours of terror, without anything, even my dog Nelson was kept with her for a couple more days. I got a friend who lend me a roof to live without even a fridge and I was in the process of getting a job, ANY JOB, even being a designer, so I could've escaped that shit in a less traumatic way. My med intake raised a lot, I have almost no money, and I fear what other shit storm can form over my head again. She destroyed my computer and my glasses so I'm in a really tight spot right now.

I'm afraid to leave the house, I can't stand the sight of policemen and I have no family nearby.

So I had to get rid of all my pride and in all humility ask for the help of unknown people, at least people who know me by my blog The Discordian.

All of you know that I remove almost all text in the posts, and here I am launching a bible-sized text to ask for help in The Discordian, because after so many years, I think I got to be trusted by some of you who follow my blog.

I don't know how you can help me besides asking for a small amount of money from my trusted followers, and I can't even think of a way to get this money. All I can do is launch this crowdfunding campaign and hope for the best, that I can reassemble all broken pieces of my life, literal and figuratively.

Good Forever.

Fnord.