It’s been about six weeks since my last post. It’s not that I didn’t want to write. I did. However, I didn’t write because I was using the time to consider exactly what I wanted to say. You see, something happened to my last post. Something that made me sad, disappointed, and downright angry.
It takes courage to put my thoughts and feelings into words and share them with those willing to read. It makes me feel vulnerable. The things I share with you all are MINE and nobody else’s to share. The words I string together are not careless, rather they are carefully crafted into coherent paragraphs that I believe are a true representation of my experiences. They belong to me. They are unique and special and sometimes very difficult to share. And they were stolen.
My last blog post was stolen. It was posted somewhere with some slight changes, but they were my words. In many places, the words were identical. I was shocked. I was disappointed. I was angry. It takes more than one could perhaps imagine to share the things I share. But it’s part of my own personal healing. And to know that someone would come to my blog, steal MY experiences and MY words and then pass them off as their own shocks me. And actually disgusts me.
So, I took a break. I counted to ten. Took some deep breaths. I took every precaution necessary to not react. And it took me six weeks.
My words were stolen. My thoughts and experiences were stolen. And I had to decide how to respond. And so here I am. This person is not worth me giving up my journey towards healing. Or giving up the joy I get out of writing this blog. This person of zero integrity will not steal anything else from me.
So, I am back.