For years I wrote online for everyone to see.
I blogged here, then I started using Facebook like a journal.
I documented my children growing up
my wins
my losses
I loved seeing "on this day" pop up and seeing how much far we've come as a family.
Then my Facebook account was hacked.
I lost it all.
My personal page
My business page.
14 years worth of memories, essays, and life.
Gone.
I did my best to appeal to facebook's non-existent customer service for help, but found no recourse.
Facebook does not care about it's users.
I was bereft.
So I started writing on paper again, but Emily Dickinson I am not.
I take no comfort in the thought that my written words may never see the light of day.
So I'm back.
All these years later, and this blog remains:
A half filled notebook ready to have the dust blown off.
