The Blood & The Bones

This is not the kind of thing you’d normally see me post here. However, I am blessed to have people who have been following me for years who actually care about my well-being. I guess the disappearance of my writing pages on IG has caused alarm for long time followers/friends and it felt necessary to let people know that I’m OK.

I started this blog before I even started my Instagram. At times I was diligent about posting in both places so that I could have a back up plan if Instagram ever took down my page. However, a lot of my work is missing from here that I have posted on Instagram and my hope is that I can have all of my work posted in both places, but that will take time and effort I just don’t have at the moment.

Instagram has not taken down my page; however, I’ve made the choice to deactivate my page for now. There are a multitude of reasons and I won’t go into all of them, but I will say that it is unfortunate that a person cannot live their life and move forward with their life without people from the past who have chosen unhealthy coping mechanisms or toxic attachments constantly popping up. It’s been years and it’s honestly sad and alarming at this point. Whether it is an ex’s current partner, a mean girl-esque troll or a former lover, I have grown weary of the stalking and needed a break. I can only hope that they have decided on therapy or at least have given up and are moving on. I do wish them peace even if at times it seems like they don’t deserve it.

It is also unfortunate that there seems to be no social media platform where you can express yourself without being censored. Not only do I stay in a state of being shadow banned because of my sometimes semi spicy content (which has always been odd to me given the fact that some people post themselves 99% naked on that app), but I get reported by aforementioned not so secret admirers, which results in me no longer popping up in the feeds of those who follow me. This is quite frustrating, but it’s more than just visibility that I crave. I want authenticity. I demand it of myself. I don’t want my writing to be censored because then it’s no longer MY writing, but something just acceptable enough to meet the requirements of being shared online. Is that really what I want to put out into the world as my art? No.

Perhaps that is a sign for me to start posting more here?

Lastly, there are people who have access to me on social media, beyond just exes and mean girls, that feel that it’s OK to say completely disrespectful and disgusting things in private messages and that was something I truly needed a break from out of respect for myself and my husband. The decline of humanity is honestly alarming at times.

I am still writing. In fact, I’m thinking more and more about my art and the book I hope to finish. I want to utilize this platform more often and so maybe this is where you’ll be able to find me for a little while longer at least.

To those who have reached out, thank you. Thank for you for caring and for showing me I am missed. I miss you all too. I hope I can come back or find a way to interact again. Follow me here, if that suits you, or come back periodically when you get the urge to read me again.

LLWK/TB&TB