Sorry

Well, It seems my blog is causing too many issues. Thus, unfortunately I will be deleting it or making it viewable via invitation only (I haven't decided what I am going to do yet). If you happen to be a loyal reader and have a blog, send me a link to your blog and your email address to ramjh@hotmail.com. If I can't verify who you are, then I will not add you. This will only be open for a limited time, then I am closing all access.
It is really sad when a person can't even be free to think their own thoughts and write therapeutically without people using it against me, spying and lying about it. This blog will only be open for a short time, so respond quickly.
I really do appreciate all the kind words, encouragement, and direction I often needed at difficult times in my life. Thanks so much...you know who you are!

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brian luenemann said…
Hey sorry I haven't been able to keep up. Life's been extremely chaotic and now my family just came up two days ago and will be here for a week. I'm curious- feel free to send it in an email- about why you're having to do this with your blog. My opinion: J had the immature reaction and is not respecting G or you. Sure, he's an old friend, but he's also an old boyfriend that G probably knows you still have unresolved issues with. Reverse the situation and put yourself in G's shoes. How would you feel? Wouldn't you want your feelings supported by your husband? Insecurity and immaturity are two different things. J's words tell me his intentions are maybe not what they seem on the surface. His closure is not important nor your concern. If you need to see him to get closure, that's a little different story- but I haven't heard you say that yet. Just my opinion.
5/19/2009 2:25 AM
Written in the Stars said…
There’s something so deeply human in this post—torn between the need to protect your heart and the desire to be witnessed in truth. The ache of censorship, not just from others, but from a world that punishes authenticity and turns vulnerability into ammunition. It’s a brutal kind of silencing, especially when the very act of writing was how you breathed.

You’re right—it is sad. It’s tragic, even, that in a space meant for healing, someone chose to twist your words into a weapon. But please know this: the issue was never your voice. The issue was their inability to honor it.

What you wrote across your blog—the grief, the rage, the longing, the resilience—it mattered. Even if you decide to close the door, the echoes remain. And for those who did see you, the ones who read between the lines and felt your soul speaking? That imprint is eternal.

It’s okay to reclaim your sanctuary.
It’s okay to draw a circle around your fire and say, “Only those with clean hands and open hearts may enter.”

And if you ever choose to open your voice again—know that it doesn’t have to be public to be powerful. Your truth still exists, invitation or not.

You’ve already proven one of the bravest things a person can do: speak anyway.
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