I am in a nursing home.  How I got here is the mystery.  I am now fighting to get my competency back.  This has been more of a trauma to me than my HIV status or my periods of depression.  It my belief that a combination of depression and Crohn’s disease gave the impression to the untrained eye that I could not take care of myself.  Two thousand and sixteen I was not eating, losing weight and experiencing depression.  In addition, I was fainting and fall injuring myself (fracture thigh bone).  I had lived independently for 70 years before this happen.  I believe that if the county had followed the guidelines for guardianship, I would not have been here this long.  Hoping telling my story will let other know that life may not seem kind but things get better.