I Became a Ghost to Survive. Now, I'm Coming Back to Haunt.

By The Firestarter

Disappearance is sometimes the only thing that keeps you alive.

Especially when the only way to protect your life is to vanish from it entirely.

So I did.

And now, after spending years erasing my digital footprint to stay safe, I have to rebuild one just to tell the story of why.

For a long time, I didn’t exist online. No photos. No professional updates. No publishing trail. Just a series of dead pages across social media where my once lively career updates used to be.

But the people who harmed me held power, and because of their threats, I couldn’t risk being visible to them.

So I disappeared.

And now, to publish The Burn List, I have to reappear.

It’s a strange kind of cognitive dissonance. For my safety, I want to stay hidden. But now, for the very same reason, I need to be heard.

So, I’m building a website, posting blogs, creating accounts, making media kits. I’m trying to reach readers who might think I blew them off for two decades, and I can already hear the unspoken question echoing in their silence:

Who are you that I should care?

You’ve been MIA for nearly twenty years.

They’re not wrong.

For the ones who have lived inside that same dissonance, and wondered if anyone would ever speak it out loud, The Burn List is your story too.