Introduction
I’m not sure why this post resurfaced today—but reading it stirred something in me. It made me sad.
In some ways, things have changed for the better in my writing journey. And I’m grateful for that. But in other ways… not much has changed at all. And deep down, I think I understand why.
I’ll save the full reflection for my final post in this “mission” to revisit everything I’ve written. But for now, what hit me hardest was the ache that came with realizing something I’ve been slow to accept: not everyone wants the best for you. Even when they say they do.
There’s a kind of jealousy out there—a subtle ugliness that hides behind silence. And that realization hurts. Sometimes, it even wears the mask of “I’m happy for you” or tries to compete with a fake front of doing better. And you know what? That’s okay too. Let them pretend. I’ll keep showing up with the truth.
As much as I love to share, to encourage, and to build something meaningful, I’ve also learned to protect what I create. Because some people aren’t showing up to support… they’re just watching, waiting, and sometimes hoping you’ll fail… with a smile on their face.
That’s what made this post hard to reread. I wrote it just a few months ago, and now I see it with clearer eyes. I knew then—but now, I really know.
Some people never wanted me to succeed. Or maybe they only wanted me to do well… just not better than them. The moment your light gets close to theirs, it becomes a threat. And that’s when it gets quiet—or worse, dangerous.
To those who’ve shown up with kindness and support: thank you. Truly. You’ve helped me keep going.
Love y’all,
—Skelly
Where Is the Support?
When I first launched fabricthatmademe.com here on WordPress, I wasn’t chasing followers or trying to go viral. And to this day, my subscriber list remains delightfully cozy. This blog began as a way to scream into the void, but through written words instead of actual shouting. 🤯 I’ve shared my humble beginnings before, but honestly, my early work was rough.
Raw. Unedited. Typos galore. Think: emotional word vomit typed out mid-ugly-cry—where you can only catch every third word.
In short, back in 2017, my posts were a hot mess of a cry for help.
So why bring this up now?
Well, I recently had a conversation that stirred up something I’ve mulled over for years. As always, writing is where I turn to process. It’s how I untangle thoughts and lay things out clearly. Where else can I actually say what needs saying?
This blog may have started as a brain-dump of pain, but like me, it’s grown. It’s evolved. And over time, it’s taken on a life of its own.
Of course, not everyone in my orbit has been thrilled about this platform! Or the fact that I write at all. Some outright hate it. They live in fear that I’ll expose their secrets for the world to see. (And trust me, with the webs they’ve spun, I could fill volumes.)
Growing as a Writer — It’s Not for Everyone
Just as my writing has grown, so have I. I’ve let go of a lot—old drafts, outdated ideas, even full posts. fabricthatmademe.com has become a true labor of love, something I’ve poured into, shaped, and honored for years. It’s not just a side hobby—it’s part of who I am. We’ve become one.
My writing takes many forms—poems, short stories, journal entries, articles. I don’t always write what my friends or family want to read. But you’d think they’d support the effort. I mean, they see me working—building a site, creating consistently, sharing boldly.
And yet… no shares, no shout-outs, barely a comment.
Not even a casual, “Hey, I liked that one.”
Just crickets. 🦗
You’d think a little support would come easy. But apparently, acknowledging someone else’s creative work is harder than creating it.
I get that my writing isn’t for everyone. That’s the nature of being an artist—some things resonate, others don’t. But when your own circle goes silent, it hits different. Even my writing community has gotten quiet lately—support seems rare.
So, why is that?
I think the answer is simple: people don’t want to read.
Reading takes time, and time feels like a luxury.
Even now, I know only a few people will see this post. A couple might read it. The rest will skim—or click just to be seen. And any likes? Probably from folks hoping I’ll return the favor.
Most people don’t actually read anymore.
It’s not that they can’t—it’s that they won’t.
We live in a world of instant gratification: scroll, swipe, skip. Podcasts are easier, videos are quicker, and posts with ten words or less are more “digestible.”
But the truth is, reading matters. Supporting each other matters.
It’s not just readers either. Creators have stopped showing up for each other. They’re so laser-focused on their own projects, they forget that supporting someone else’s dream doesn’t diminish their own.
I understand the tunnel vision—it’s exciting to build something! To chase the next big idea. But it’s disappointing when your hard work gets met with silence.
Ironically, some of my best ideas have come from watching others—seeing how they design their websites, structure their stories, or run their small businesses. Inspiration is everywhere.
Like that boutique shop with the intentional layout. Or a coffeehouse turned old-bookstore dreamland. The vibe? Captivating. Inviting. Cozy. Those are the spaces I love.
And it’s a good reminder—when you step outside yourself, you gain more than you give. There’s power in paying attention. There’s purpose in supporting others.
My Hope
In this new year, I hope we all make a little more effort to support one another. This support can be in our craft, business, writing, art, or personal goals.
Speak up.
Show up.
Let people know you see them. 💛I know I’d appreciate it.
I do get kind comments here of love, and to those who’ve taken the time to reach out—thank you. It means more than you know. Truthfully, I’ve received more encouragement from strangers than I have from my own family. That’s just the way it goes sometimes, isn’t it?
To those who’ve been here since the beginning, I’m so incredibly grateful to you. To those just joining the Skelly adventure, thank you! You’ve kept me going, and your support means more than I can ever fully express. 🤍
We might be a skeleton crew, but hey—we’re small, we’re fierce, and we show up. And that’s enough.
Still, I wish more people would actually read. Writers pour time, energy, and heart into every word. Writing is an art. A beautiful, powerful, deeply human art. But it’s also one that’s easy to overlook. I don’t want to see it fade away. So let’s make this the year we show up for each other, for the stories, for the truth. Share the work. Cheer each other on. Because for some of us, this writing community is the only place we’ve ever truly felt seen.
And hey—my dad’s pretty cool. He’s finally started supporting my writing, and that means the world to me. 🩵
Also, yes—there are still plenty of typos and rogue run-on sentences around here.
Editing yourself is hard, okay?
But I’m learning. I’m growing.
And isn’t that the goal?
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