I’m hesitant to write about this topic for a few reasons. For one, it is very much so something I’m still working through. I don’t yet have the benefit of hindsight to tell readers (or myself) the happy ending. Don’t get me wrong, I believe it’s coming. It’s that very hope I have clung onto the tightest when I’m feeling the lowest. I also know that what I’m going through pails in comparison to others’ experiences. No one died. My life, as it currently is, will not be going through any major change as a result of this. This by no means will be the “great tragedy” of my years on this earth, but for a twenty-something, I’ll admit, it feels big. Another reason I’m hesitant to write about this, it isn’t my story to tell. Consider me collateral damage. I’ll avoid telling his story, and stick to my own. Continue reading “The Big Lie”
I have a story to tell. Before I tell that story, I’d like to get something off my chest. I’ve been a “blogger” for one week, and man shit is STRESSFUL. First of all, I’m filled with regret for the stupid domain name I just paid $40 for. Why didn’t I give it more thought? Fox Muse? It sounds like a fucking animal-watching blog. Whatever. Impulsivity has always been my biggest downfall. Secondly, how do I get people to read this? I’m curating all this content, now what? I’m really awful at this marketing aspect. I’m not ready to tie this to my real identity, so social media marketing is off the table. Oh well. As I mentioned in my first post, I’m doing this for “me” (insert cliche tone here). Now, onto the story.