Perhaps I have been conspicuously absent; perhaps unnoticeably so.
Whichever the case, this comes to you by way of mourning.
I mourn the death of my mother. My father. Relationships from childhood. My loves. And, missed opportunities. Apparently, when one never grieves such losses, the pain compounds within.
As a result of this complex anguish, my attempts at healthy relationships with others have been unsuccessful. Some of you reading this may have been the victims of these failures; if you recognize yourself among them, I offer you my deepest apologies.
Most recently, and most acutely, I have been grieving the loss of my identity as a writer in this blog. Believing the ideas expressed to have been pilfered by trolling parasites, the ensuing aversion has been total; I no longer have any desire to share my creative self in print with strangers, whose motives might be completely self-serving in the reading.
So, after completing this declaration, I will likely cease entering posts in this blog for as long as it takes to finish mourning. In the meantime, cheaters and thieves will submit for thesis, and publish, and tour their books, and sign every copy, and compose their scenarios, and market their contraband, and make all the big headlines; such charade parades have happened before, and will certainly pass by, again. With cymbals.
But, I have so many loves to remember; to forgive; to thank; and, to bid goodbye. I must carry on, and so must you. Just, please; do so with your very best selves. Condemn all the corrupt spirits that prey upon you with their lusts for power or prestige.
Nobody worthy among them is looking. Really. Nobody good is listening. To yourselves be absolutely true; then, just walk away.
Yours in earnest,
© Ruth Ann Scanzillo 12/21/15 All rights always were those of this author.