I Received a Thousand Hated Messages Online
That set me free and opened a new world of possibility
That set me free and opened a new world of possibility

Putting myself and my opinion in public may risk being judged. Despite how fearful I was, I couldn’t help coming back to a place called “Social Media” again and again.
I started to write on social media for a long time. Still, I had never gotten as much attention as I wish I could.
Until I put myself and my story public in one of the social media groups, and the shit storm of hated was throwing me over.
In 2019, a pandemic was part of our lives worldwide. I left my country, Thailand, to be by the side of my love in France.
When I arrived, the winter had visited, and the country was under lockdown.
We lived in a small village of three hundred people whom I knew no one. The cold and the lack of human connection urged me to reach out to humans on social media.
I promptly wrote about my story and why I moved to France and shared it in one of the women’s social media groups.
I was expecting a warm welcome and a lot of friendships in return, as women in this group were pretty much moving from their hometown to reside in France.
I was wrong. What I got were nasty, envious, insulting reactions. They judged me and talked about me like they knew me so well. They snapped anything available publicly on my personal social media profile and negatively discussed it.
The comments were over a thousand. Some even sent me a hated message privately.
I felt sad and bitter. My body trembled with an overflow of negative energy. I had to stop reading those comments for my sanity. I cried, and I couldn’t sleep for many nights.
The admin of the group blamed it on me that I should not be too happy when everyone was depressed about the pandemic situation.
For a few moments, I thought I was wrong. Only when I looked back and saw the situation from a place of sanity, there was nothing wrong with me that the pandemic didn’t make me miserable as they were.
That event alone may kill someone’s dream but not mine.
Even though I got a lot of nasty and insulting comments, there was also a slight excitement from this event. Why not? For the first time in a lifetime, my story got phenomenon engagements.
In the shadow of darkness, some people sent me words of encouragement. They loved my writing, and they believed I had a talent.
In the drama scene and the flood of hate, I recognized who my faithful fan was.
That little light in the darkness helped me cope with my pain and held me through an uneven road of writing again.
At least a thing that I most feared had already happened, and I didn’t die from it. A few weeks passed, and it was like it had never happened before.
I came to understand why expressing myself on social media always attracted me, even though I kept telling myself all the negative consequences that may come with it.
My soul screamed out loud in the silence that this is the way to be free. Because deep down under the need to express, there is a need for freedom, free from requiring validation, free from other people’s opinions and judgment.
It was clear that social media was my place to be claimed. So I did take a ride and wrote. I transformed the hate and pain into a creation.
I am proud to finish my very first book, Lost love sin city (in Thai). Something I thought it would take me a lifetime to do.
From this event, I got the lesson that is necessary for continuing my journey.
First, I learned no matter what we shared and how great they were, there will always be people who dislike us and disagree with us.
But we don’t need everyone to agree with us. People’s opinions could not identify nor devalue who we are.
Last but not least, I learned that allowing people to think and speak what they want without taking their opinion personally was the key to my peace and freedom. As we free them, we free ourselves.
I still get some unkind feedback sometimes. It didn’t hurt me like before. I felt intent, and that is the biggest reward for accepting this challenge.
But what I didn’t expect was I also got to see the people who love me. They put against those negative comments. One of my readers said:
“I don’t care what other people think about you. I love your work. I am your great supporter. Even though we have never met, I feel you are my friend. I love you.”
These warm my heart and heal me. It is worth everything to embrace love like this.
Each day, I reminded myself not to be influenced by hate and to invest my energy in the one who loves me.
Despite the hate from some people I received, I heard God’s whisper. The voice told me to have compassion for those who hurt me.
Without them, I would not be able to step out of my comfort zone and claim my freedom to speak. All I can say is thank you for those thousand hated messages. It truly set me free and opened a new world of possibility. A tear flowed, and I felt grateful.
My name is Lita Jane, writer of Wild Love Holy Island, founder of Dream Maker publication, sharing Love, building Relationships, and enjoying Sexuality, exploring the Spiritual realm.
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