After I linked to my “Born to die” post, I considered taking it down. I thought it might be too dark; people might find it too disturbing. People might take it the wrong way; start asking questions. People might judge me.

And then I remembered a recent exchange with an online friend about hiding your light under a bushel. And I thought about how very often I do that in my own life, out of fear; fear of offending, fear of being disliked, fear of being judged.

But when I think about it, all of those things happen, without my having to lift a finger.

Haters gonna hate.

The truth of the matter is, I write. It’s what I do; it’s how I express myself. It gives me catharsis. And if I am too ashamed of my words or afraid of the message that others will take from them, then maybe I shouldn’t be doing it.

And if I am going to do it, then I have to learn not to be afraid.

And I’ve decided.

I am going to do it.

So fuck you, fear.

It’s my light, and I’ll shine it if I want to.