I regret allowing a handful of people into my community.
I regret giving them the authority to make meaningful changes, and I regret not recognizing sooner that many of their decisions were driven by their own interests.
They entered a community that was already strong and established, then used its reputation and resources to increase their own influence and challenge people who had previously told them no. What I believed was collaboration eventually became exploitation.
When they no longer got what they wanted, they organized a walkout and attempted to destabilize everything we had built. For nearly two years afterward, they continued speaking badly about the community, attacking my friends, and portraying all of us as villains.
They created documents filled with accusations and transformed a confrontation into an exaggerated narrative of prolonged harassment. They repeated their version of events until they believed repetition alone would make it true.
The situation went far beyond an ordinary disagreement.
Information about my home, my family, and my workplace was exposed. Their actions lead to death threats in many formats, Repeated attempts were made to damage my reputation and convince others that I was a dangerous or immoral person.
I watched them spend an enormous amount of time trying to tear me down.
For the most part, I allowed them to talk because the people who genuinely know me understand who I am. They have seen how I treat others, how I lead, and how much of myself I have given to the people around me. They can see through the performance.
Still, knowing that does not make the experience painless.
I am wired to care deeply about people. I try to lead with kindness, and I often wear my heart on my sleeve. Because of that, I allowed people to hurt me long after they had demonstrated that they did not care what their actions were doing to me.
I'm so wired to care that I still feel bad for people even if they are attacking me. I donated to a person who at one point said "I cant afford to eat" so I told him. Be less angry and go eat something. In my efforts it came from pity but it was responded in kind. He refunded me that effort use the screenshot to shamed me even further.
I doubled down and donated a larger amount that was not refunded with a statement of I did not want war and it was indeed a mark of my intent of peace. It was met with silence and no refund.
Over the years, I have become significantly stronger.
I no longer collapse under every accusation or allow every malicious narrative to define how I see myself. But strength does not mean becoming incapable of feeling pain. It still hurts to watch people repeatedly distort my intentions, attack my character, and treat my life as material for their ongoing drama.
I am not a bad person.
I do not spend my life trying to harm others. I have made mistakes, as every leader and every human being has, but mistakes are not proof of malice. Disagreement is not abuse. Accountability is not harassment. Refusing to surrender a community to people acting in bad faith does not make someone a villain.
I am tired of the high school drama.
I am tired of people building identities around old conflicts, recycling accusations, and attempting to punish everyone who refuses to accept their version of events.
Waterwolf survives because it was built on a genuine principle: be good to one another and help each other.
That is not a slogan we use when it is convenient. It is something we actively practice. We support people, protect one another, and continue offering help even when we know some of those people may later try to hurt us.
There are people who repeatedly test our boundaries.
They poke at us, provoke us, and search for anything they can remove from context and present as evidence against us. They are frustrated that we do not quietly disappear like so many others have.
They are accustomed to abusive behavior working.
They are accustomed to watching the people they target become overwhelmed by public shame, guilt, harassment, and pressure until they finally retreat. They expect accusations to become truth through repetition. They expect labels to replace evidence. They expect their targets to become exhausted and vanish.
They have tried to do the same thing to us.
They have worked relentlessly to label us as bad people. They have tried to distort our intentions, attack our character, and tear down everything we have built.
Yet Waterwolf persists.
We do not persist because of spite. We do not continue because we are consumed by hatred or because we want revenge.
We persist because what we have created is genuinely good.
We continue because people have found friendship here. They have found purpose, opportunity, creativity, support, and a place where they can belong.
We continue because the value of this community is greater than the anger of the people trying to destroy it.
Our strength does not come from pretending we are perfect. It comes from continuing to act according to our principles even when those principles are tested.
We help people because that is who we are.
We protect the community because that is what responsible leadership requires.
We refuse to disappear because the people who depend on this space deserve better than watching it collapse under the weight of manufactured outrage.
I know who I am.
The people closest to me know who I am.
I will continue protecting the community I built, supporting the people I care about, and learning from the mistakes that allowed this situation to happen.
I regret giving the wrong people power.
I do not regret surviving what they did with it.
Waterwolf survives because it is built on people who genuinely care about one another.
That foundation is stronger than gossip, stronger than public pressure, and stronger than the people who believed they could shame us into silence.
I live with some regrets
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