Some of the greatest healing I have experienced has come from cruel, vitriolic, and hateful responses to my stories about estrangement from my daughter. Many people assume I am a horrible human being because my daughter chose to cut me out of her life, and they were not afraid to detail what a monster I am.

While these comments caused a great deal of pain, and I considered discontinuing my writing about it, I finally came to the place where I understood that I was a good target for their own pain. None of the comments were truly about me, since these people don't even know me. It brought me to a place of understanding that my daughter's choice was as much about her as it is about me.
There is so much pain in the world. Learning what is mine to own, and to make amends for, has been critical in my own healing. Everything else I let go because I know it doesn't belong to me.
Don't give up writing about your life. Someone needs your words for their own healing.