I’m sad to say some of the stories I wrote are going to be unpublished tonight. I feel this is the best decision because, while I appreciate having all my old work to look back on and see again, I no longer want to be the person who wrote problematic texts that I no longer stand by.
For example, a common theme in old works were (trigger warning) suicide and depression. At the time of writing them, I was in such a dark place I found that writing my problems were the easiest way to solve them.
I continue to believe that. In the days that I feel hopeless, hurt, and alone, I continue to write my feelings into characters. But I learned to refrain from publishing it, because I know how damaging these topics can be for other people.
To those struggling with mental health, I suggest writing your feelings, your temptations, into a fictional being. Crush them. Destroy them. Then, build them back up. Also, if you’re in a situation where you feel so alone, please call one of the hotlines, such as suicide prevention at 1-800-273-8255 (US)
So, I just want to say farewell to those stories from when I was 13, such as all the cringe-worthy adopted stories, and other stories that most certainly don’t belong on the internet, accessible to impressionable children. I appreciate the hundreds of thousands of views on those- I continue to love and appreciate all of them, and all of the support.
Welcome to the new era, friends.
Love you lots tater tots
-Hayl
