"Okay so i woke up this morning and i realized that there's a lot going on in my head that i haven't really shared with anyone really um and i've had tons of opportunities. Oprah interviews, to go on a platform and and share hardships and or or just really anything that's going on in my mind and i really don't think any of that is relevant to h-uhm getting paid to tell your story i feel like it's kind of silly, so i'm here honestly just to open myself to others and try to shed a light on if anyone out there has ever gone through hardships or whatever it is just to put a light on it and so that person doesn't feel alone because i really know what that feels like.


I haven't honestly shared this openly too as well because i've always been scared of the judgment and definitely the embarrassment of just of the whole thing period, and the

skepticism and the cynical people of what and their opinions of what people would actually think. I do think i'm in a place now where i'm a little bit more confident that i can be willing

to share openly and my thoughts and and what i've been through because, i haven't really had that outlet to share completely openly for so long just of scared of judgments thoughts of other people and what they think or what they may say and i think it's crucial for my heart in my head to be able to speak openly about it as if anyone else would.


Well the actual conservatorship actually started i think 15 to 16 years ago i was 25 when it started i was extremely young. I remember a lot of my friends texting me and calling me and were extremely close and they wanted to see me but by what had happened honestly. Still to this day don't know what I really i did but the punishment of my father i wasn't able to you know, see anyone or like anything and you have to imagine none of it made sense to me i literally spoke in a british accent to a doctor to prescribe my medication and three days later, there was a swap team in my home three helicopters, and i remember my mom's best friend and my two girlfriends we had a sleepover the night before, they held me down on a gurney and again none of it made sense.


Literally the extent of my madness was playing chess with um when it was playing chase with paparazzi um which is still to this day one of the most fun things i ever did about being famous, so i don't know what was so harmful about that um but i remember my mom was sitting on the couch and she said we've heard people are coming here today to talk to you, we should probably go you know to a hotel or something and i never really understood what she meant i didn't believe her like as a lawyer coming here? who is coming here? then four hours later there were over 200 paparazzi outside my house videotaping me through a window of an ambulance holding me down on a gurney. I now now it was all premeditated and a woman introduced the idea to my dad and my mom actually helped him follow through and made it all happen. I was all basically set up there was no drugs in my system, no alcohol nothing . It was pure abuse and I haven't even really shared even half of i think the main thing i do remember.



When i started was my dad's control he loved to control everything I did. I remember the first day he said “I'm britney spears and i'm calling the shots” and i'm like alrighty then.


My brother was a football player my dad was really really hard on him when he was younger

and really abusive and i think when my mom gave him the idea for the conservatorship and

his friend.I think he just really like regrouped it and made such a really really overhauling big deal out of it and it was just really too much. I remember him always being in the office and um my girlfriend was his assistant and they would just stay in there all day with the door shut and i was never ever able to leave or go anywhere.


My first job after the two weeks of being hospitalized and completely traumatized out of my mind. I did a tv show called how i met your mother and then i started working on an album

um called circus and started working right away.


All i do remember is i had to do what i was told, I was told i was fat every day i had to go to the gym, I had to just and um i never remember feeling so demoralized and just they made me feel like nothing. And I went along with it because i was scared i was scared and fearful i didn't even really do anything and i had like a swap team and like none of it made sense to me so, since that day did probably four and a half tours, i did an album Circus, um Femme Fatale, Britney Jean and Glory and then i started doing a um vegas show in las vegas and i did that for four and a half years.


I do remember working and i got to a point where you know, because my pride in my 30s i have to live under my father's rules and you know, the dancers are playing and drinking and having fun at nights in vegas, and i couldn't do anything. I remember just being like

my performances i know were horrible like i even wore wigs and all the dancers were doing all these nice sexy head flip turns and i had conditioner treatment in my hair, and like these little um caps over my head and just during a whole show, getting conditioner treatments just with wigs on because i was just like a robot honestly, i just i didn't give a fuck anymore because i couldn't go where i wanted to go i couldn't have the nannies that i wanted

to have i couldn't have cash um and it was just demoralizing, so i was kind of like in this conspiracy thing of people claiming and like treating me like a superstar but yet they treated me like nothing.


Well for some reason i started to get a spark back. I remember recording Glory and for some reason i think producing and making music. I went to this little spanish house and i got the fire back in my eyes for some reason, and it was at the end of recording Glory and um my son named it, and things started kind of taking a turn because i started getting more confidence just for myself, and i think with confidence people kind of like oh wait wait wait what's going on now, like she's speaking up a little bit more but it might not be particularly a good thing if i'd been quiet for 15 years. I think with confidence comes enlightenment which makes you think better and that's the last thing they wanted me to do is to actually be better because then who would be in control, then but it was really tricky because i had to just play this role that everything was okay all the time and i had to go along with it because i knew they could hurt me.


So i'm sitting here like my friends all drinking alcohol and having fun in these parties and had no cash, i literally felt like a nun my girlfriends from home came to visit me in a spa and i couldn't even walk into the spa, and they had their feet doing pedicures in the water and the three ices of bottles of champagne before my show just sitting there, and i wasn't even acknowledged by them. My own hometown friends when they would come to vegas and it was just it was demoralizing. I will say you also have to understand it's like you know 15 years of touring and doing shows and i'm 30 years old under my dad's rules, and all of this is going on and my mom's with me witnessing this and brother is winning what not, and my friends are witnessing and they all go along with it and i'm like, how am i the one working here and doing all this but i don't get the side things that um the good stuff, you know?

I want to be able to play i want to be able to have fun like, none of it made sense to me.


Well the last show in vegas ended 2018 i think 2017. I went on tour which of tour i was forced to do, but i was supposed to do a new show so the new show came along. I rehearsed i think maybe four days ago, I don't really remember but i went to one of the rehearsals and i said no to a dance move, i was like no can we do that i don't want to do this, and then i would just remember everything got really weird and quiet, and all the directors and producers went in the back room and just spoke, and that was it and i was like, i don't know what's going on so we all just kind of like you know what happened. And then the next day i was told that i was had to be sent away to a facility, and um that i was supposed to say on my instagram the reason why is because my dad is sick, and i need treatment which was I didn't want to go ever go there


I remember my dad calling me on the phone and was crying and i was like why are you guys doing this? like what and i just remember him saying: “It’s you have to listen to the doctors the doctors are going to tell you what to do i can't help you now” and i remember his last words were now you don't have to go but if you don't go we're going to go to court and there will be a big trial, and you're going to lose, i have way more people on my side than you, you don't even have a lawyer, so they don't even think about it, so i did it i went to the place i was scared out of my mind and none of it again made any sense of they were doing to me.


And again i haven't wanted to share this because it's unbelievably offensive sad abusive and honestly, would anybody believe me? I remember the main thing of when i was in that place that my heart felt like it was frozen, like it was stuck inside, i wanted to scream and i wanted to get out, and I think by a needle and thread it was the breathing peacefully that I issed the most.


I felt like i was in a state of shock, almost like when an old person feels helpless and they're literally going from some sort of shock treatment, and they can't relax their body because they don't have the answers of why they can't have their own case to their car and put it in the nation and walk outside, and their own security guards at every door saying they can't go sitting down, drawing six gallons of blood every week, weak as hell and then calling in my family is in Destin at my beach house. It didn't make sense.


The main thing i to this day i kind of stopped believing in god at that tim because, i didn't know how they could have 40 people leave my house a day, and me work from 8 to six at night, be seen changed every time i changed in the shower, no privacy, no door, nothing.


How did they get away with it, and what the fuck did i do to deserve that. i ouldn't even smoke cigarettes, people on death row can smoke cigarettes. I missed my AAA meetings, although i was kind of forced to go to AAA and i'm not even alcoholic. I actually enjoyed it because i thought the people were brilliant, they shared their stories just to share their story and in a circle of women and men who just are trying to be better people and trying to touch other people. I missed my AAA meetings, i couldn't go in, I couldn't have the keys to my car, no cash, no cigarettes, no door for privacy, watched me change naked every day. I did work seven days a week, no weekends were off, hey monitored what i ate.


From eight to six i work sometimes at o'clock, i'd be able to watch a movie. Ffinally the owner of the whole facility that i was always texting, to try to be able to go somewhere just get out of the house from that place somehow, and he had to let me go um because the Free Britney campaign came out, with all the pink t-shirts. I saw it on a lot of the morning shows and people by word of mouth and i think just by my fans knowing by heart that something was up. I emember one of the guys were on an interview on the street and he said you know, what i could be totally wrong and if i'm wrong i'll be really embarrassed, and i'll just go have a drink somewhere he said, but i do feel like something they're doing something to her right now and i'm not surely what it is but that's what my heart says.


But the whole thing that made it really confusing for me is, these people are on the street fighting for me, but my sister and my mother aren't doing anything. To me it was

like they secretly honestly liked me being the bad one, like i was messed up and they kind of just liked it that way otherwise, Why weren't they outside my doorstep saying, baby girl get in the car let's go.I think that's the main thing that hurt me.


I couldn't process how my family went along with it for so long, and i mean, almost half a year you know, and their only was response was: “We didn't know” i'm like i'm on the phone telling you right now, i'm here please. Eventually by the grace of god and praying on my knees i left the place, but i was still scared. I was really really scared and from then on, I had support i needed a lot of support, and i found two really really great people that would come to my house weekly, and just help me with my mind, because i didn't understand all the therapy that i had to do there, but why have therapy when it's forced and in like a militant almost prison like way that like is, you're not even all there and none of it made sense.


Well i think my strength grew because I didn't reach out to my dad anymore, and they were playing the game of ball and twist of you know, she's gonna come running back to us because you know we've scared her, and we're the bosses herel but i didn't i just stalled and i stalled and i stalled and i stalled and finally i think they just knew i wasn't going back, and i finally got a lawyer, a wonderful friend finally got me a lawyer, and he really helped me through it.


To me the thing was, I think the trauma of all of it and just the whole thing together and going down to, how much effort and work and hard i put in to what i did when i did work even down to the details of, how many rhinestones are going to be in my costume, and i cared so much, and they literally killed me, they threw me away, that's what i felt like my family threw me away. I was performing for like thousands of people at night in vegas the rush of being a performer the laughter the joy the respect i was shaking over 40 people's hands every night before show training weekly, three training sessions a week, AAA meetings, therapy sessions, My dad literally, I was a machine, i was a fucking machine, not even human almost it was insane how hard i worked, and the one time i speak up and say no into rehearsals to a fucking dance move, they got pissed.


I feel like the scare tactic and how badly they treated me in the end i think they thought i was going to come begging back to work again, because i was they thought you know i needed them, because they did, they put me in an ignorant scared state of mind to make me feel like i needed them, and if you don't do what we say, we're gonna show you who's boss. iI didn't play their game anymore, i got on my knees every day, and i prayed i held on like a needle and thread to some sort of existence, because they had made me feel like nothing for so long, i knew in the deepest deepest part of my core i knew i'd done nothing wrong, and i didn't deserve the way i'd been treated


I do think the hardest thing for me was i wanted to use my feet, and leave and run or go somewhere. I had to be placed in a chair from like eight to six every day, i i couldn't take it i talked to rabbis i've talked to grown men about it, and they're like; we don't see how you did it honestly, i don't either and through that i i remember saying i don't believe in god anymore, i honestly deserve an award for acting like i was okay every day i thought they were trying to fucking kill me.


I remember one time i was backstage and i needed my inhaler, and i opened up to my assistant because i had my phone with me, which i'm not supposed to have my phone, underneath the stage but i said to her, you know what i'm doing. I was talking to a guy and he wanted to just leave the country with me, we had it all set up to just leave and it was a secret relationship and i said; my biggest fear was what would my dad do if i did do something wrong, what if i left the country what and what if they found me and what would they do, and i said i feel like they would lock me up or something, or really hurt me and she looked at me and she said “Are you kidding me Britney your dad would never do that to you” and i didn't even do anything wrong and he still did it.


I’m honestly more angry at my mom, because i heard when reporters would call her at the time and ask questions of what was going on, she would go innocently hide in the house and she wouldn't speak up it was always like i don't know what to say i just don't want to say the wrong thing we're praying for her, I feel like she could have gotten me a lawyer in literally two seconds. My friend helped me get one in the end but, i truly every time i made contact with a firm my phone was tapped, and they would take my phone away away from me.


And again i get nothing out of sharing all of this, i have offers to do interviews with oprah and so many people lots and lots of money but it's insane, i don't want any of it, for me it's beyond a sit-down proper interview. I had no contact in that place for so long, and my heart would just want to stand up in my family's faces and scream and cry and throw a tantrum and go back in time and do exactly what i wanted to do with those times yeah, and might even spit in their fucking faces. Why, because the pain my family gave me sitting me there all day and not being able to use my feet, as they watch their grandchildren run bases to base in a family family neighborhood as if i'm dead or i don't exist. Honestly makes me look up and say; how the fucking did they get away with it? how is there a god is there a god giving eight gallons of blood weekly, not being able to stand up. I was so s so so weak, and my family's at my beach house. I was scared broken, i'm sharing this because i want people to know i'm only human, i do feel victimized after these experiences, and how can i mend this if i don't talk about it.


I have an amazing song right now with one of the most brilliant men of our time, and i'm so grateful but if you're a weird if you're a weird introvert oddball like me who feels alone a lot of the time, and you needed to hear a story like this today so you don't feel alone know this my life has been far from easy and you're not alone."

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