There has been so much going on in my little world. If you saw the simple post I wrote a few hours ago, I wrote about comfort needed when your heart is bruised. And to be truthful, the last couple of days my heart has felt really hurt. I try to remind Phillip that the more people know you, the more they hate you. Having your face and name out in the internet can be dangerous. People will want to hurt you for no other reason than they don’t want to see you succeed. It is a sad part of the territory, but there you have it. If you want to realize your dreams, you’ll have to combat people that want to shred you, tear you down, based usually on their own insecurities. They aren’t living their own dreams, so they’d like to rob you of yours.
If you have followed this blog for a while you have seen how people can come at me hard, come at me fast, and use lies to perpetuate a viral desire to destroy. The same ones that denounce bullying and demand inclusiveness are the first to begin bullying and pushing people out. They utilize the wicked habit of mobilizing people with emotions, rather than facts, in order to destroy someone they have never met, never knew before, never even had dealings with, in order to obtain some false sense of power. They control who lives and dies. Yes, I’ll say it. Many of the same ones that rescued me from homelessness were the same ones that decided I was a conservative, getting too much attention, wasn’t following the rules of identity, and should therefore, be put back in the “gutters where we found him.”
I get to see where traffic comes from on this blog. And I large amount of traffic was coming from Ravelry, which always makes me nervous. Ravelry threads are notorious for belittling and bullying. You’ve seen many of them. So, I clicked on the link to read the thread, waiting for another one of those pointed finger links that screams, “There’s the guy! HIM! GET RID OF HIM!!!!”
I was surprised. Let me rephrase that. I was surprised to the point of tears. It was a thread started about my writing….about how I should win some sort of journalism award for my hurricane pieces. About how my books were such a thrill to read, how people were so happy to see me finally (after all of this PAIN) finally begin to reach my dream.
I needed that. I really did. When you think the world is totally against you, when the loud ones throw temper tantrums demanding you be destroyed, when you think you’re ready to pack it in and walk away, you see how many people DO appreciate you and enjoy your work. I really REALLY needed to read their comments, how they were discussing my books with absolute enjoyment. (I’m going to start crying again if I’m not careful).
So, if you’re reading this post direct from the thread on Ravelry, I can’t thank you enough. You made a bruised heart turning bitter, beat with more of the tenderness he is accustomed to. Thank you SO much.
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