The Hours They Never Counted

👥 You know what no one ever asks when they repeat a headline?

“What else was he doing?”

Because for them, the smear was the whole story.

But for the people who’ve actually sat across from me — in real life, offline, without a phone in their hand — the truth is longer, deeper, and heavier than anything they ever posted.

Let’s talk about what I actually did.

🧾 I wrote letters for people who couldn’t find the words.

Victims of false accusations.

Survivors of online pile-ons.

People who couldn’t sleep because their name — just like mine — had become unrecognisable in search engines.

I didn’t ask for money.

I didn’t ask for credit.

I just did it — because I knew what it felt like to be left behind.

🛑 I’ve stayed up on video calls with people on the edge.

Not once.

Multiple times.

No viral clips.

No performative empathy.

Just me and them — on the other side of a screen — trying to hold it together when the world made them feel disposable.

I’ve walked strangers through police complaints.

Helped write court documents for people too scared to go to the hearing.

Talked through DSAR responses, ICO complaints, platform escalations.

And every time?

I did it because no one else would.

📂 They ignored the real work because it didn’t suit their version of me.

Let me give you just a few examples:

• 🔸 Helped a young father regain access to his child after being digitally misrepresented — walking him through evidence collation, statement writing, and family court prep.

• 🔸 Supported a woman wrongly flagged for fraud by her employer due to a platform glitch — liaised with regulators, drafted SARs, and helped get her job back.

• 🔸 Sat with a teenager in Inverness who’d been outed and ostracised online — not just once, but consistently, to help rebuild his confidence and get him safely back into education.

They never posted that part.

They never will.

⚖️ They called me dangerous. But what I was… was useful.

Not loud.

Not public-facing.

Just effective.

The kind of person people quietly message when they’re in a mess no one else understands.

The one who doesn’t say, “That’s terrible,” and move on.

The one who actually helps.

And they hated that more than anything.

📉 What you won’t find in the search results… is the person who got people through things they couldn’t even talk about publicly.

But I was there.

Still am.

And this post is for every one of them — the people I’ve helped, the ones I’m still helping, and those quietly following this archive while going through hell of their own.

You’re not alone.

And your story doesn’t end in a headline either.

📎 Explore What They Tried to Bury

• ⚫ The Black Files — Raw and unfiltered

• 📂 The Public File — Legal and factual

• 🛤️ The Long Return — Recovery in real time

• 🎭 Playback Series — Countering smear

• 🟨 Not Just a Name (Current) — Community, truth, and reclamation