There’s something strange about seeing your life written out by someone else.
Not just a rumour.
Not just gossip.
But an entire narrative — one that carries weight, spreads fast, and becomes the first thing people find when they search your name.
It’s not even that it’s all lies.
It’s that it’s not yours.
No one asked.
No one waited.
No one thought about the person behind the name — the one who would have to live with what they put online long after they stopped caring.
And so the damage gets done. Quietly. Permanently.
But here’s what I’ve learned:
If you don’t speak, they get to speak for you.
If you don’t write, they get to define you.
And if you don’t take your story back, the version they told becomes the only one that exists.
That’s why this blog matters to me.
It isn’t just posts and captions and SEO.
It’s presence. It’s purpose. It’s proof that I’m still here — not as a headline, not as a rumour, not as a result in a search bar.
But as a person.
A person with a voice.
A person with truth.
A person who isn’t afraid to look directly at the mess and still stand up in the middle of it.
So no — I won’t let the first version win just because it was louder.
This space is for correction.
It’s for accountability.
It’s for every person who’s been written about, misunderstood, misquoted, or dismissed.
Because even when they get the story wrong,
you still have every right to write the ending.
— Calvin-Lee Hardie
Truth & Advocacy By Calvin-Lee Hardie - Inverness 