My sister-in-law gave me this cup.  She thinks I am a courageous woman.  I am not.  I am a broken woman.  I am here, at 4:30 in the morning, crying in my coffee.  I can't sleep.  I don't have peace.  Courage is a far cry away.  I am muddling through life, walking into walls, praying for peace, praying for happiness and joy.  Most days, I am able to find what I seek, but then there are days where I look and look and...end up crying in my coffee. 
If you know me, you know writing is my outlet.  When I am consumed with sadness about Noelle's death, I will sit down at my computer and write about her.  I can purge my feelings and feel better.  The last blog I wrote, I wrote without malice, without hate.  I simply wanted to bring to light something that was bothering me.  Yes, it was intended for a specific audience, and in calling that person out, I have been threatened with a lawsuit. 
I have thought long and hard about publicizing this, but as far as I know, I still have freedom of speech, and everything that I posted when I last wrote did not defame anyone's character (which is what I am being accused of)  I screenshoted  public posts from someone's facebook page and shared them.  If that person did not want the world at large to read them, they should have made those posts private, right?

I'm not sure where to begin with this post.  I have been going over options in my mind all morning.  I guess the best way to approach this is head on with brutal honesty. 
Since the arrest of her grandsons, Gage and Dakota Shriver, Kathy Campbell has made many posts on her Facebook in regards to the court case.  No, I do not stalk her page, but every time she posts something it gets back to me. 
Her page is not private, so I am assuming that she does not mind who sees what she writes.  The motive behind her posts is a bit confusing, but I will try to  give her the benefit of the doubt...and some advice.