Not everyone likes these posts. A few people have made that clear.
Not sure if it’s age, sobriety, scar tissue from my share of failures, or the times I kept quiet when I shouldn’t have.
Probably all four.
But somewhere along the way, chatter and negativity stopped costing me anything. Now they fuel me.
Every week, people reach out. Privately. Quietly. Some I know well. Some I’ve never met.
They say a post helped. That they felt less alone. That they finally said something out loud they’d been carrying for years.
That’s the whole point.
The critics get a scroll. The people who need it get company.
So I’ll keep posting.