The Absurdity of It

The Absurdity of It

When a life of building is called a life of stealing

I have dedicated my life to helping people. Educating. Teaching. Mentoring. Healing. I have done this for as long as I can remember as a coach, Physical Therapist Assistant, massage therapist, functional medicine practitioner, and Doctor of Natural Medicine. I have always searched how to help clients when conventional methods have failed. I even built a school to teach everything I know after conventional methods failed me.

I was raised in a Baptist private school. A Christian home. I have never gotten in trouble. I have never broken the law.

And yet, in the last year alone, I have been called:

  • A criminal

  • A liar

  • A thief

  • Accused of stealing

  • A fake doctor

  • Someone pretending to be religious

  • Someone running a fake website, pretending to be a Christian

Let me be honest: it doesn’t make sense.

But that’s exactly the point.

It was never meant to make sense.

Because the accusations were never about who I actually am. They were about what I threaten.

People don’t accuse you based on your character. They accuse you based on what your presence exposes. When the truth you carry threatens a narrative someone built their identity on, they don’t refute it — they attack it.

“Criminal.” “Liar.” “Thief.” “Fake.” Those aren’t observations. They’re weapons — designed to make you doubt the one who carries the truth, so you don’t have to face the truth itself.

The accusations were never about evidence. They were about influence. Make people question who I am, and they won’t have to face what I carry.

And here’s the deepest irony:

I have spent my life building — a school, students, healings, teachings, a legacy of service.

Those who accuse me have spent energy tearing down — accusing, mocking, belittling, dividing.

Look at the two fields side by side.

One is full of what has been built. The other is full of noise.

You can see who is actually doing the work. Because the accusations are the sound of people with nothing to point to but their anger.

So here’s what I’ve come to hold:

I will not measure myself by the words of those who tear down.

I will measure myself by what I have built.

The two are not the same. And only one of them is real.

A life of building is not a life of stealing. A life of service is not a life of lies. A life of faith is not a life of pretense.

I know who I am. I know how I have helped people. I know how my work over the years has led to success and a proven reputation in helping people heal. I know how many our school has graduated into successful practitioners who think outside of the box. I have seen God work in ways I can’t explain.

And no amount of accusation can change that.

“The Flamekeeper’s Daughter”

Becky Coots-Kimbley