how can i write anymore?

when my words, my thoughts, the private things I want to say, to disclose,
are held against me, hurled like spears?

writing has become an exercise, my first stab at artistic discipline.

this was supposed to be a space where i would not censor myself.

my fault for coming out from behind the screen.
my fault for indulging in fact based fiction and fiction based fact.

what do you suggest I do?