Suicide, not murder
There was someone in my life determined to make me look bad in front of others, collecting false evidence, spreading rumors that I was untrustworthy, and claiming I spoke ill of others. None of it was true. But the fear of what others might think weighed heavily on me. I worried that my reputation would be tarnished, that people would look down on me, and that I’d become the subject of gossip. That thought was deeply painful.
When someone spreads false information, uses harsh words, or insults us publicly, it can feel overwhelming. Often, people enjoy watching someone else get dragged through the mud, it becomes “hot news” and spreads quickly. I spent many sleepless nights worrying about what people thought of me. Have you ever felt that way, in your family, your workplace, or among friends?
But over time, as I learned to accept and understand myself better, my confidence grew. Think about it, what does it say about the person who spreads lies, gossips, or insults others? It says a lot about their character. And what about those who believe such stories without knowing the truth, who judge without understanding? That too reflects their character.
So where does that leave us? These attacks say nothing about who we really are. They don’t define us, and we shouldn’t carry their weight in our hearts. We don’t owe anyone explanations or proof. The people who truly matter in our lives know our real selves and won’t judge us based on baseless rumors.
Next time someone tries to break you down, remember: those who spread hurtful words, those who believe the gossip, and those who judge blindly, they are not murdering your character; they are actually committing suicide of their own character. We should feel pity for them, not ourselves.
Have you ever faced false accusations or rumors that hurt your reputation? How did you handle it?