Cultivating and making a new home in the Internet, away from all the usual noise. I selectively choose my sources, but some apps like Lemmy tend to do them automatically. I say to myself that I don’t have infinite time and will only read reliable world updates. A new home takes time, but I think it’ll pay off in the long run.
Yes. Financial independence would give ample time for me to escape abuse but alas, I’m trapped under family’s false insights and paranoia.
The opposite of “in hiding”. State religious authorities catching wind of my apostasy, and bringing me before a “religious rehab” judge. Judge delivers his sentence on me, in accordance with his religious rules. My community loses another apostate, and other like-minded individuals secretly turtle-up even further.
But hey, perks of being an apostate is having fun and leading a content life in the digital universe. So, I’m happy living in new homes that serve as permanent alternative spaces to Meta and others.
I see everything as a risk, since I’m living a double life. It is often that the road for me to leave as an apostate is narrow, and chances of me being free is close to none. But I don’t stop there. I remind myself that I have friends who looked after me, and I mourn those who passed away from terminal illnesses. Grief seems to talk to me not in stages, but as a constant companion. I balance everything with the good and the meditative. It doesn’t always work, but I like to try them everyday anyway. Good luck buddy.