I struggled with writing about my life because I was afraid of the ramifications of what standing in my truth would yield me.
In the past, loved ones would actively stalk my blogs to see if any of the posts pertained to them.
Countless times, I received emails and texts blasting me for writing the blog posts about them which truthfully were about someone else entirely. Ironically, those whom I was writing about never seemed to mind as long as I did not get too specific with a situation or mention their name.
Nevertheless, the constant monitoring created an anxiety within me about writing my personal observations.
I found myself watering everything down to the point of where I did not even recognize my own writing voice.
Thankfully, I no longer socialize with my former blogstalkers. Which means that I really have no excuse not to freely express myself. I am no longer worried about threatened lawsuits or being socially ostracized from an event.
I have the freedom to let my literary voice be heard.