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Sometimes You Have No Choice Other Than to Start Over
Here’s to new beginnings.
If you’d told me when I woke up this morning that I’d no longer have almost 6k followers, that I would be starting from scratch with zero stories in my backlog, I would have told you to stop talking. Not because I wouldn’t believe you, but because the way my week has been going, I would have believed you’d manifest that shit just by saying it.
Between my dog deciding she’s Truffle Hunter Extraordinaire aka Morgan the Mushroom Hunter, which translates to my special case black lab insisting she goes out 20 plus times per day to sneak and eat mushrooms in the yard and drive me batshit insane, and a hundred other tiny things culminating into one big shit show, this week has just been…a lot.
Two days ago, I wrote a story, well, I guess it’s better to say I added commentary to things already written, about the ongoing saga of a family who I won’t even name at this point. I quoted the original articles, linked back to them, and made my thoughts and feelings about the situation known. I added warnings, trigger and content, I added caveats that the person had not been charged.
The platform sent me an email stating I violated their TOS regarding copyrights. No warning, other than the email which said my account was suspended. I replied asking…
