I started sharing things online in part because writing is one of my big tools for processing, but the main reason was because a large part of my trauma involves carrying secrets and pretending things are okay when they were not. Writing about what I was feeling, putting it into some sort of tangible form, and then sharing it with someone else helped overcome that, but there was a side benefit I didn’t intend or expect.
Over the years I have had a variety of reactions from
people. There are those who just click on the like, love, or cares emojis. Some
share their stories of dealing with similar things. Others offer hugs, kitty
pictures, or general words of support.
What no one has ever said in response to any my posts is, "Hey you weirdo. You must
be the only person on the planet who has EVER felt this way."
One of the things that depression, PTSD, anxiety disorder,
low self-esteem, self-loathing, or even crappy days are particularly good at
(and that our culture is soooo great at reinforcing) is telling you that you
are the only person who ever felt this way, that you are the only person who
feels this way now, the only person who will ever feel this way...AND it's all
your fault because you are surely some broken, overly emotional freak of
You are not. Whatever you are experiencing someone in this
vast world, offline or on Facebook, has felt it too.
I know that for me, just knowing that someone else has felt something similar helps me to confront those inner voices that try to convince me that I what I am feeling is somehow wrong or “not normal.” It reminds me that those voices are not telling the truth, and that my experience is not an isolated one, but a human one.