For a long time, I couldn't write about my shame over the "maybe." Who would let a known killer stay out in the public--even if it isn't real?

There were other times when the voices threatened to kill me if I did something, and I did so with gusto--certain that if I died for my writing (often their attacks were surrounding the blog)--at least it meant something to me.

These moral questions plagued me. What would you be willing to die for? Who are the Patrick Henry's?

There is a difference between willing to die, and being willing to kill yourself.