All of my life, writing has been my refuge. All of my life, writing has been how I sort out chaos and put the world to rights. All of my life, writing has been about giving myself a voice even when there was no one to listen.
All of my life I have relied on writing.
Today, I am silenced. I cannot tell a wider audience about what I am going through and how it is a comment on our society's tolerance of abuse, of misuse of the justice system and of the preference of our paid professionals to do the easy thing over the moral thing.
Right now, when I most want to scream & shout for the righting of a serious wrong, I am silenced. I am silenced and it sits badly on my heart. Remaining silent in the face of dishonesty and immorality is contrary to every moral I hold as a writer.
I am, for the moment, not allowed to speak for myself or for those I love most. This is wrong, but that is all I can tell you.