There are things I could never say in interviews.
So I wrote them down—alone, unnamed, unfinished.
When Willy’s Chocolate Experience in Glasgow collapsed, the world reacted instantly: headlines, hashtags, memes, death threats.
But when it was over, I wasn’t gone. I was just quiet.
What most people don’t know is that I started writing the very next day—not to explain, not to defend, but to survive.
These aren’t polished essays.
These are diary entries—real fragments of what it felt like to lose your name in public.
February 26 – Static in the Chest
“It’s like the internet ripped the face off me. Not physically. But something else.
I can’t even Google myself without feeling sick.
But I do it anyway.”
I wrote that on my phone in a train station bathroom, minutes after seeing my name trending on Twitter.
📓 March 3 – Just the Word “Scam”
“I can’t tell if they hate me because they believe I stole from them—or because I remind them that belief is dangerous.”
That day, I saw the word “scam” next to my face in five countries.
And yet, I’d already refunded everything I could.
📓 March 19 – This Diary Is a Weapon
“I don’t write this to feel better.
I write this to keep the shame from eating me in silence.
If this goes online one day, maybe someone else will see themselves in it.”
It’s online now.
🧠 Why I’m Sharing This
Because part of rebuilding isn’t telling people you’re better—it’s showing them you’re still broken, and still moving anyway.
The diary is where the myth unravels.
Where the fire still smokes.
Where I don’t perform.
If you want to know what it feels like when the internet decides you’re not human anymore, start with these.
🔗 Want more?
– Read The Reckoning
– See My About Page
– Explore the Diary