This Isn’t Goodbye to You; Just the Platform That Forgot Us

I’ve been part of Prose for almost a decade. Back when it felt like a hidden corner of the internet where storytellers and poets actually saw each other. We weren’t chasing likes, we were chasing connection. And somehow, we found it.

To every writer who commented on my pieces, DM’d me, encouraged me, or shared their own soul in return: thank you. You made this place worth logging into.

But I can’t pretend this place is what it used to be. A paywall dropped overnight. No heads-up. No email. And suddenly, years of writing, our writing got locked behind a monthly fee.

If we hadn’t spoken up, we wouldn’t even be able to retrieve our own words.

I get it...platforms need money. But let’s not confuse community with control. This wasn’t transparency. It was silence until enough of us made noise.

So I’m choosing to walk. Not out of bitterness, but out of self-respect. I’ll keep writing. I’ll keep connecting. Just not here.

If you're reading this and you’ve ever supported my work, thank you. That part was real.

The rest? We outgrew it.