Sometimes life is good and sometimes life is bad. And sometimes it seems like it’s bad a whole lot longer than it’s good. That’s okay. It’s part of being alive. And the long, horrible, bad times make the not-so-bad times that much better.
When life is really bad you can forget that everyone else is making it up as they go along, too. You think that any second now they’re going to figure out that you’re falling apart, even through your magnificent grown up disguise. But here’s the secret- they’re too busy trying to hold themselves together to even notice!
Social media is a double edged sword. While it can connect you to other people (across the world or even next door), it allows people to choose what to show or hide. Many of us don’t want other people to see the messy, bad, scary, stuff. But that’s what’s real! That’s what’s honest! And that is what ultimately connects us. Nobody joins a support group for “hey my life is awesome, yours is too!”. We ache to connect with others who are in a similar fight or place in life, who can empathize, share, support, and guide us through.
I am not advocating posting every single detail of your life across social media outlets, but there is no shame in honesty. It is fantastic to celebrate when things are good- people love to share in happiness!But I also believe in respecting the bad. I celebrate bravery. And putting yourself out there is brave.
I recently became brave on Facebook and shared a photo of myself in the worst possible light. It is me, in a towel, unable to get dressed or move because I am so nauseated from pain. I had tears streaming down my face and thought, wow, this is my life. It was eye opening to me because I had a wonderful friend visiting downstairs and she was not judging me, rushing me, or having any other adverse reaction to the situation. She was just there for me, doing exactly what I needed her to do. She gave me peace when I needed it. I snapped this unflattering selfie and let others in to my reality. And the response was as heartwarming as my friend’s had been.
If you let people in, they might surprise you.
We’re all just walking each other home. Let’s be honest on this journey.