Being a writer is a strange experience.
You put your most vulnerable self out there with all your naked thoughts and feelings hanging loose and a legion of people, most of whom have never written a true sentence in their life, certainly not for public consumption, start policing you. Telling you how you’re wrong. Calling you nasty names. Saying your work is worthless.
So now you have a choice to make.
You could allow yourself to be silenced. Again. Because I know you—you’ve done it before. You’ve created a prison for yourself, allowed yourself to be contained by their words.
Or, just this once, you could smile at them, nod your head, and carry on telling your truth.
I hope you pick the second option.
Because when you tell your truth, tell it without being censored or allowing your mind to be imprisoned or caring for the words other people use to describe you?
That is when you will have become unstoppable.