I won't share my name, but you may call me N.

I escaped Fundação Mariposa in 2004.

I was put in the clinic by my parents after my second suicide attempt.

What they weren't aware of, is that the place isn't a fucking clinic.

It is a horrendous cult that is killing people.

Many don't believe me because they put up a perfect front, having "treated" so many media famous mentally unwell murderers, and they're still running TO THIS DAY in 2007. This is a place to share the truth about this bizarre, blood filled cult and gather stories from survivors in the hopes of finally shutting it down.



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