Radio Frequencies?

I am listening to a you tube video about SDR. “They’re pushing my head down and trying to cover it up out there like oh pushing you’re head down in the shower whatever.” I am sniffling. “They are making my neck spasm and talking shit about me, hypnotizing me.” I yawn. “Whoever’s over here waiving and instigating (probably Cracker), and I don’t know, and the other ones are like he’s funny or something.” (Present time they are making me feel drunk or dizzy with pains in my chest and back, now I am yawning too. 9.12 p.m. 2.21.23) They keep making me yawn. I am trying to watch a tutorial on how to get my hack rf one working. “I don’t care, I don’t care.” “Mine. Da****. All mine.” “Whoa whoa don’t say nothing.” “As soon as I look down and see my recorder on.” “Amanda..” “Okay, don’t care.” “I hated it.” “Little puppet over here for you to take your sh** out on every day.” “Who the f*** do y’all think you are?” “I’m a grown ass woman.” “F*** that.” “I’m not guilty, don’t care.” “Don’t care.” “I don’t care.” Yawning. (Present time, Amanda M is in the other room saying, “Please don’t.”” 9:37 p.m. 2.21.23) “Next.” “Don’t care.” “I don’t think so.” “I don’t f****** think so.” “I’m not really guilty, don’t care.” “Don’t give a s***.” “Now they make me pee on myself one little blurp.” Yawning. (Present time, I think someone is telling me good things about myself? It’s not in the subliminal fashion but it’s still something. 9:42 p.m. 2.21.23) “You don’t get it.” “We’re trying to kill her.” (24 min into this recording.) Shoals and a female, repeating it for him, I see him, maybe Scott, maybe Shoals I don’t know, Cracker, getting mad at Andrew.