I’m miserable. I’m done.

I’m miserable. I’m done.

I’m frustrated, hurt, and angry.

I’d crawl out of my skin and disappear forever if I could. If only I had a chrysalis that would allow me to transform and fly away, never to return again. But I don’t. The closest thing I have to it is my writing. When the real world gets too hard, I can curl up inside one of my fantasy worlds and forget about what’s bothering me. Writing allows me to put my feelings down on paper to lessen the burden on my heart.

What’s bothering me, you may wonder?

It’s hatefulness, and it’s people taking advantage of kindness.

Hatefulness – There is only so much a person can take before they reach a breaking point. It seems that everyone is hateful and angry anymore. I’ve had friends that I adore for years that suddenly are letting their hate fly, but I guess I’m supposed to accept it and look the other way. Either they think I don’t see it or they don’t care if I do. And then how much do they really care about me.  The excuse of “but not you. I didn’t mean you,” just doesn’t fly with me.


If you’re hateful, you’re hateful, and I don’t need you in my life. I don’t care what flavor your hate is, I don’t want to taste is. You poison me every day that I do, and I don’t want your poison to change my overall view of the world. You sound just like the people you claim to hate while chucking me under the bus with them.

Kindness – I have a terrible habit of feeling sorry for people or wanting to be a friend to someone who may not have many. But you know what? People see kindness as a weakness. Fact. It doesn’t even seem to matter if people have been shitty to them in the past and they should know better. I wish I didn’t feel sorry for people. I wish I had a thicker wall and that didn’t allow others’ feelings to transfer to me. I wish I didn’t care. I wish I had more of a mean bone in my body. I wish it didn’t always take me so long to stand up for myself. I wish I wasn’t forgiving.

Ugh. I wish I were anyone but me.

As you know, I’ve been trying to get people to join my launch team. Yes, I’m asking for help–something that I have a tough time doing–and now I struggle because certain people think that because they’re helping me out by joining that I owe them a personal relationship.

I’m an author. I’m a storyteller. I’m a writer.

Why do I owe you any more than some entertainment through a good story that you paid for?

Or in this case…something I worked extremely hard on and I’m letting you read for free.

For free. I wish I didn’t care about writing and sharing stories. No one values books or writers anymore. Everyone expects everything to be free. It breaks my heart to think about how much time and effort goes into a book, and yet people think it’s worth less than a cup of coffee. I know I’m wasting my time. Sigh. I wish I could stop feeling compelled to write stories that no one gives a damn about.

I let myself be pushed around. Held emotionally hostage. Feeling like I have to be beholden to anyone who will read my stories. Maybe it’s because I’m an indie author and not a celebrity who has someone ghostwrite a book for them that immediately shoots to #1 on the NYT bestseller list. I know I have a long, hard road ahead to find readers but who much am I willing to put up with? Am I really finding a fan of my work when someone makes me feel like I owe them anything more than that?

Case in point…

Twitter. I like to play hashtag games. I joke around with all kinds of people and often. I tweet about my launch team, some people join. One person

First, expected me to be their friend and answer ever-increasing amounts of private messages.

Then started really making me uncomfortable by saying they were going to come to visit me.

Finally, started sending me lewd messages about spanking him.

I finally stood up and blocked him from my social media, but he is still sending through other avenues and sending emails to my author address–trying to make me feel bad because I “should forgive someday” and am making him “feel distraught.”

I mean, is reading so out of fashion that I have to, not only give books away for free but sacrifice my personal space as well?

Don’t get me wrong. I love interacting with people and getting messages about how they enjoy my books, but when people cross the line or take advantage of my kindness, I feel more miserable than I would if I never shared a word with anyone.

So what do I do?

Keep friends who clearly hate me even though they’d say they don’t?

Stop trying to share and promote my books or build a career for myself as an author?

Stop interacting with people on social media altogether?

Stop joking around because some perverts can’t tell the difference between goofing around and falling in love?

Ugh. I’m done.

Today I’m allowing myself to give up and retreat into my fantasy world. Maybe I just need to recharge and forgive myself for not being someone else. Anyone else. Someone who doesn’t give a care about the feelings of others. Someone who has a thick skin. Someone not affected by the words of others. Someone who wants to be anything other than a writer.

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2 thoughts on “I’m miserable. I’m done.

  1. Sorry that you had to put up with crap like that, Alice. But, I don’t think you should let jerks like that stop you from doing what you enjoy. If they’re getting the wrong idea about you, then that’s their problem. It has nothing to do with you. I’m sure there are ways you can block his emails too.
    Don’t let people like that get to you. There are people who genuinely want to see you succeed. I’m one of them. Although, I must admit that it’s only partly because I know how much you enjoy and work hard at your craft.
    The other reason I want you to succeed is so I can tell my friends that I know multiple bestselling author K. Alice Compeau.😅

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    1. You’re the best, Kristopher! Thank you so much. I do love to write and share my stories. I need to focus on the kind people like you and try to get angry and get over the jerks as quickly as possible to move on. Thanks for always being such a positive light when I’m passing through the shadows.

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