09/16/2026
LIVE 7pm tomorrow ::::
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Somewhere tonight, somebody is afraid to open their phone. Somebody struggling with depression is staring at a screen while people who donβt know their story are ripping them apart. Somebody is being stalked, attacked, humiliated, or having the darkest moments of their past dragged into the present. And somewhere, a mother, father, brother, sister, son, daughter or friend wishes they could turn back time and say π£π¨π§ π§ππ π£ππ’π‘π ππ’πͺπ‘. ππ’π‘βπ§ π₯πππ ππ‘π’π§πππ₯ ππ’π π ππ‘π§. ππ’π‘βπ§ ππππππ©π πͺπππ§ π§πππ¬ ππ₯π π¦ππ¬ππ‘π. π¦π§ππ¬. β€οΈ If youβve ever watched somebody you love battle addiction, depression, bullying or harassment, you understand something social media makes us forget. πͺπ’π₯ππ¦ ππ₯ππ‘βπ§ βππ¨π¦π§ πͺπ’π₯ππ¦β πͺπππ‘ π§πππ¬ πππ‘π π’π‘ π¦π’π πππ’ππ¬ πͺππ’ ππ¦ πππ₯ππππ¬ ππ¨π₯π§ππ‘π. π For over a decade I have lived a very public life on social media. Iβve done things I am incredibly proud of. Iβve also made mistakes. Iβve hurt people I wish I never hurt. Iβve spent years being open about addiction and recovery. There is no magic apology that lets somebody travel backward and repair every person, relationship and mistake. π πππ‘π‘π’π§ π₯ππͺπ₯ππ§π π π¬ π£ππ¦π§. ππ¨π§ π πππ‘ π’πͺπ‘ ππ§. And because I own it, there is very little anybody can βexposeβ about me that I havenβt already confronted myself. Lately, individuals have worked incredibly hard to bait me into an online war. Digging. Posting. Reposting. Bringing up my past. Even dragging my daughter, my family and people around me into it. Anyone watching closely has probably noticed something. π πππ©ππ‘βπ§ π₯ππ¦π£π’π‘πππ. Not because I havenβt seen it. Not because words donβt hurt. And certainly not because I couldnβt respond. ππ§βπ¦ πππππ¨π¦π π πͺπ’π‘βπ§. I could look for skeletons in other peopleβs closets. I could post screenshots, embarrass people and try to make somebody hurt because they tried to hurt me. ππ¨π§ π ππ’π‘βπ§ πͺππ‘π§ π§π’ πππ¦π§π₯π’π¬ ππ‘π¬ππ’ππ¬. π‘π’π§ ππ©ππ‘ π§ππ π£ππ’π£ππ πͺππ’ πͺππ‘π§ π§π’ πππ¦π§π₯π’π¬ π π. Behind a keyboard people can become as tough as they want. Things get typed that many would never look another human being in the eyes and say. If somebody genuinely believes something about me, Iβm not hiding. Ask the hard questions. Talk to me human to human. But Iβm not spending my life fighting comment sections. π π¬ ππ‘ππ₯ππ¬ ππ¦ ππ’ππ‘π π¦π’π ππͺπππ₯π π π¨ππ ππππππ₯. For quite some time Iβve been working on something incredibly personal called π§ππ π¨ππ§ππ ππ§π ππππ’π¬. I now have π π’π₯π π§πππ‘ π±π π ππ‘π¨π§ππ¦ π’π ππππ πͺπ₯ππ§π§ππ‘ ππ‘ π¦ππ₯πππ‘π£πππ¬ ππ’π₯π ππ§ ππ‘π ππ§ ππ¦ π¦π§πππ ππ₯π’πͺππ‘π. This isnβt an answer to a hate page. This isnβt a Facebook argument. This is my story. The rise. The fall. The addiction. The depression. The mistakes. The predator investigations. The people Iβve helped. The people Iβve hurt. Losing myself. Finding myself. And what happens next. π¬π’π¨βπ₯π πππ¦π’ ππ’ππ‘π π§π’ π¦ππ π π π¦π§ππ‘πππ‘π ππ‘ π¦πππ’π’ππ¦ π¦π£πππππ‘π π§π’ π’π¨π₯ π¬π’π¨π§π. Because there are kids sitting in those desks smiling while silently drowning. Kids being destroyed online while pretending theyβre fine. Kids battling depression, addiction in their families, insecurity, predators, bullying and loneliness. And sometimes when I look at those desks, π π¦ππ π§ππ πππ π π’π‘ππ πͺππ¦ π¦ππ§π§ππ‘π π§πππ₯π. π‘π’ ππ π’π¨π‘π§ π’π π£π’π¦π§π¦, ππ’π π ππ‘π§π¦, π¦ππ₯πππ‘π¦ππ’π§π¦ π’π₯ ππ¬πππ₯ππ¨πππ¬ππ‘π ππ¦ ππ’ππ‘π π§π’ π¦π§π’π£ π π ππ₯π’π π§π₯π¬ππ‘π π§π’ π₯ππππ π§πππ§ π’π‘π πππ πͺππ’ π‘ππππ¦ π§π’ ππππ₯ π§πππ§ π§ππππ₯ π¦π§π’π₯π¬ ππ¦π‘βπ§ π’π©ππ₯. This isnβt only for people who like Shane Coyle. π§πππ¦ ππ¦ ππ’π₯ π§ππ π£ππ’π£ππ πͺππ’ ππ’π‘βπ§. Read it too. You donβt have to like me. You donβt have to forgive my mistakes. You donβt even have to change your opinion. But understand this. π ππ’π‘βπ§ πππ§π π¬π’π¨. No matter how much hate comes in my direction, I refuse to make destroying another human being my mission. And to every person who has ever been cyberbullied, stalked, humiliated, attacked because of their past, struggled with depression, fought addiction, or sat alone wondering whether the world would be better without them, π£ππππ¦π ππππ₯ π π. ππ’ π‘π’π§ πππ§ π¦π’π πππ’ππ¬ πππ¦πβπ¦ ππ₯π¨πππ§π¬ ππππ’π π π§ππ πππ‘ππ π£ππ₯πππ₯ππ£π π’π π¬π’π¨π₯ ππππ. π Put the phone down. Reach for somebody. Ask for help. Stay. π¬π’π¨π₯ πͺπ’π₯π¦π§ ππππ£π§ππ₯ ππ’ππ¦ π‘π’π§ πππ©π π§π’ ππ π¬π’π¨π₯ πππ¦π§ ππππ£π§ππ₯. β€οΈ And to New Jersey, thank you. Thank you to everybody who has watched, questioned, supported, criticized, listened and understood that an entire human life cannot be reduced to a screenshot. ππ’π‘βπ§ πππ§ π πππ§π π£π’π¦π§ π§πππ π¬π’π¨ πͺππ’ π ππ . Hell, donβt even let this post tell you. π₯πππ π§ππ π¦π¬π‘π’π£π¦ππ¦ ππππ’πͺ. Read where Iβve been. Read what happened when everything collapsed. Read why Iβm still standing. Then watch what I do next and decide for yourself. π§πππ¦ ππ¦ π π¬ π¦π§π’π₯π¬. π§πππ¦ ππ¦ π§ππ π¨ππ§ππ ππ§π ππππ’π¬. ππ‘π π§ππ π π’π¦π§ ππ π£π’π₯π§ππ‘π§ π£ππ₯π§ ππ¦π‘βπ§ πͺπππ₯π πβπ©π ππππ‘. ππ§βπ¦ πͺπππ§ π πππ’π’π¦π π§π’ ππ’ π‘ππ«π§. π₯ππ ππ πππ₯ π§πππ¦. If you or somebody you love is suffering in active addiction, battling depression, struggling with thoughts of su***de or simply feeling like they donβt belong anymore, ππππ£ ππ«ππ¦π§π¦. Please reach for it. Please talk to somebody. π£ππππ¦π π¦π§ππ¬. β€οΈ And to the people who have stood beside me through all of this, π¬π’π¨ ππ‘π’πͺ πͺππ’ π¬π’π¨ ππ₯π. π ππ’π©π π¬π’π¨ ππ’π₯ ππ§. God bless you guys and thank you, New Jersey. My name is Shane Coyle. I will be going live tomorrow at 7 PM on my page Child Safety Soldiers, and I would like it if all of you joined me. ππ’π₯ ππ‘π¬ππ’ππ¬ πͺππ’βπ¦ ππ’π¦π§ π ππ’π©ππ π’π‘π π§π’ ππππππ§ππ’π‘ π’π₯ π¦π¨πππππ, π£ππππ¦π π¦πππ₯π π§πππ¦ π£π’π¦π§ ππ‘ π ππ π’π₯π¬ π’π π§πππ . π And maybe share it in protection of somebody who is still here, quietly fighting the same battles that none of us know about. π¬π’π¨ ππ₯π ππ’π©ππ. β€οΈ π¬π’π¨π₯ π£ππ¦π§ ππ¦ π‘π’π§ π¬π’π¨π₯ ππππ§π π¦ππ‘π§ππ‘ππ. ππ‘π π¬π’π¨π₯ π¦π§π’π₯π¬ ππ¦ π‘π’π§ π’π©ππ₯.
