I Don’t Trust You

And it’s all your fault

Photo by Glenn Carstens-Peters on Unsplash

I’m talking to you, Medium.

I mean I knew up front I couldn’t make a living on Medium, but I was making between $100-$200 a month. That meant I could pay my electric bill. Not anymore. I’m making less than a dollar a day now, things have really gone down the shitter and the excuses are getting old.

I’m a disabled single mother just trying to keep my head above water. I’m a really damn good writer, and you no longer pay me for it while paying boost nominators up to $900 a month simply for nominating a story.

I’m not even sure Medium is safe for me anymore as I struggle with my mental health the more my income goes down after working so hard to establish a following.

Hoping this will get better has proven to be one of the most useless things I’ve ever done on Medium. I’ve spent the last two months convinced that I’m worthless, and it’s really been eating me up. I began to ask myself if I’m just arrogant and have too high of an opinion about the quality of my writing.

I keep asking myself why I suddenly suck as a writer but maybe it’s not me that sucks. Maybe it’s you, Medium. It’s you that sucks, not me. I’ve only just recently begun to learn that sometimes when things go really wrong, it isn’t always my fault. Sometimes, it’s someone else’s fault…