That crushing feeling of helplessness wrapped around me tighter than ever.
Looking at my channel, the one I had worked so hard to build up, I knew what I had to do if I wanted to avoid falling into the same pit I had in my past life.
I deleted my account with over a million followers and posted one final message on social media.
[I can’t prove that I didn’t plagiarize. There are things I simply can’t explain. I’ve deactivated my channel, and I’ll be stepping away from this platform for good. All I want to say is this: I, Zephanie Mills, have never copied anyone’s work.]
Then I turned off the comments, disabled private messages, uninstalled the app, and forced myself to stop thinking about it.
If I couldn’t fight it, then maybe it was better to just walk away.
I packed my bags and gave myself permission to take a long break. I needed to breathe, to rest, to reset. I figured if I stopped posting, I’d finally see what Lesley would come up with on her own.
