I No Longer Trust Our Healthcare System — Here’s Why

Unfortunately, I will not go to the hospital unless I’m on my deathbed — not because I don’t value healthcare, but because I no longer trust the system that’s supposed to protect us.

I worked in healthcare since I was a teenager. At 48, after being perfectly healthy, I developed two autoimmune diseases — rheumatoid arthritis and polymyalgia rheumatica — after taking the Pfizer vaccines. It started with brain fog and fatigue that I didn’t recognize at first, then the pain and inflammation set in. When I tried to get help, I was gaslit by my own doctor. That’s when I realized the system I served my whole life had turned its back on me.

So when I hear politicians brag about “changing the way we deliver healthcare,” it’s hard to take seriously. What good are new clinics if people like me are dismissed, denied, or silenced for speaking the truth?

If the government truly cared, they’d focus on the people suffering right now — the homeless, the addicted, the injured. I walk the streets of Saint John and see people bent over, twitching, dying in plain sight while leaders smile for cameras. That’s not progress — that’s failure.

Give people real help. Shelter, warmth, a bed, and a chance to heal. Not photo ops, not “safe supply.”
Because when there’s no help, there’s no hope.