The fear is crippling.

My mind races with ideas.

I want to share…but I can’t.

This life is wonderful. Each day I sell. And from my products, I make a good living. A better living than I’ve ever made before. It’s nice to have a diet that isn’t forty percent Ramen noodles. I just bought a couch and it arrives tomorrow. A new couch that didn’t fill me with stress about whether I could afford it.

There will be long football Saturdays spent on the couch as watch my teams and achieve a happiness that can only be known when the leaves start to turn.

Outside, though, a tempest has been raging for some time.

It has engulfed the world.

Many have chosen sides. The slings and arrows of vitriol bring down people every day. I’ve watched them fall from both sides of the aisle.

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And I cower.

In my closet.

It’s lonely in here. It’s dark. I’m afraid.

What sort of person lets other people fight the battle? Cowardice weighs heavy on my heart, but still, the risk is real. I depend upon the sales of my products. If I came out and declared who I was, what I believed in, and tried to have a conversation about the solutions I feel are best for the country, there would be retribution.

It is easy to leave a one-star review.

 

My products, which I’ve poured years into developing and marketing, are like my children. I adore them. To watch each fall at the hands of angry bitter leftist rebels scares me to death.

And they would fall.

A tweet.

A post.

A call-to-arms, “Get him, he is a REPUBLICAN, he must die. Cut off his lifeline. Destroy his means of living. Bury him,” would surely come.

I hide.

I need an outlet, though.  A place for my ideas to flow freely.  I know that it would be more than just a form of therapy for me, but my hope is that it will reach others who feel the same.

Perhaps someday we can all gather the courage to come out of this Conservative Closet together.  Perhaps, someday I won’t have to.

Each day I read the testimonials. With every story, a tiny seed of hope is planted. The heroic stands taken by so many lifts me up. I can see where the movement is going. I’m filled with joy…and maybe a little less fear.

And to the brave souls who are fighting, Lynzee, Brandon, and all the others, this is my contribution.

I dedicate this forum to helping those on both sides understand the fear that many of us live with day in and day out.  I dedicate this forum to regaining my voice.  I dedicate this forum to giving you back yours.

 

I am The Voice Behind the Door.