Grief is not a linear process and we all grieve in our own ways. I have learned in my life that grief never fully leaves you, you learn to acknowledge it and accept the reality but the pain will always be there, there’s a void, something missing that can’t be replaced. The screams turn into whimpers and the sharp needle at your side dulls after a time but it still hurts. You begin to forget their face and the sound of their voice, lost to time but the memory remains, no matter how hazy it may be. You wonder why you’re stuck, you wonder why you’re moving forward is a snail’s pace. All we can ask from those around us is patience, understanding, and love, even decades later. LikeCommentShare
I can’t tell you how many times I have made a post about Facebook and mental health, it has been a real struggle for me. And I have tried several times to cut down my social media usage to no avail but I feel like I have finally made some real progress. To back up a bit, I was was struggling a lot the last few months, especially as Facebook changed it’s algorithms and created new features to keep our attention and addicted to the site.
My goal was always to reach people and connect with my message of mental health advocacy, there was a time where I wasn’t reaching as many people as I would have liked and I felt frustrated, I wondered if it was me or the algorithm and if Facebook decided to show my posts to my friends or not. I asked people how they got the algorithm to show their posts more, people suggested answering comments quicker and interacting with more people, I did all that and suddenly was able to reach more people and it felt great at first, I felt heard and validated and I was overwhelmed by all the positive feedback. It made me realized that a lot of people did care and they would have connected as reacted if they had seen the posts, it was bittersweet because I still resented the fact that I had to jump hoops and spend a lot of time and energy in order to be heard. It was like if I played Facebook’s game, then I’d get the rewarded, if I didn’t I was punished, it was a hostage situation.
I spent a large amount of time scrolling through my newsfeed, interacting with people, in the hopes that I would lead to my posts being more visible and I found myself constantly triggered by the highlight reels, constant smiling faces, people with good jobs during a pandemic, people in seemingly healthy relationships, finacially independent with plenty of friends( in real life) and family to support them. And not just that but seeing people getting more likes or comments then me sent my envy spiraling. Seeing all these people interact with each other made me wonder why they weren’t commenting on my posts, why they weren’t sending messages and if they were intentionally ignoring me. And if the newsfeed wasn’t bad enough, there was the stories feature which was a another way for people to boast about their lives, while mine was pitiful in comparsion, it was all too much, very overwhelming and it destroyed my self esteem. It came to a head when I saw a post from an Faceobok friend that used to talk to me a lot but I hadn’t heard from them in almost a year, I figured they were busy. It was a post about a zoom chat that was taking place and I thought “Oh that person wasn’t busy, they just didn’t want to talk to me anymore” It sounds stupid but thats the anxiety that social media causes for me.
So despite more people on my posts and getting more likes, it didn’t make me happy, it felt nothing except empitiness. I started to feel frustrated with everything I saw on Facebook, whether it was people only on there for business, highlight reels, fake interactions and fake friendships, negativity, trolls. algorithm, etc. And I stopped posting for about a week but still checked my profiles for notiifcations.
After awhile of not posting, I felt as though I could deactivate my account which is what I did. And I am trying to process this through therapy and in my own head, I am reflecting on how i want to approach Facebook, if I ever decide to come back and I am not sure if I will. I still feel anxious when I think of Facebook and everything that bothers me about it but I am not constantly triggered and even if I am inside my house doing nothing, at least its reality and I am not worried about what other people are doing. Right now, I just have to take care of myself and have faith things will work out the way their supposed to.
Reocurring memory back in young adulthood, riding around, around people but completely alone, seated in the backseat, she’s so beautiful, she’s seated between me and her boyfriend, why don’t I have someone like her? Underneath it all playing on the speakers, headed back from the diner, mesmerized by the lighted up town, silently thinking to myself that I feel empty, the usual feeling, the song brings it back to the surface, hope, a-dale, bleak, teenage awkwardness in full display and they can all see it, so the msuic overtakes me while I escape into my own mind, if only for this song..
Major life changes.Processing past spirits, buried deep inside, pain, pressure release.
Restraint, a determination to heal and try anything to feel better.New footsteps, dedication to change.
The boulders, throw off my back, still heavy but a bit lighter.
Seeking support, guidance, an answer, something, anything.Words soothe, they flow from my hands to my fingers to the page; in a raging fury; pent up emotions, it’s exhausting, it’s exhausting to me.
Do you want to trade places? See how my feet feel in your shoes, empathetic exchanges of energy from me to you.
Words are crisp, right out of the oven of thought, while we dine on emotional resonance. Bon Appetit…
It’s been awhile since I’ve written a life update, but I’m doing fantastic, I’ve been stuck at home since March 2020, I haven’t gotten my vaccine yet and I’m not working because it’s not safe ( despite what some people may tell you). I have workng really hard at being unproductive and achieved maxium loneliness.
Social media which has been my main support during this time has gotten worse, with Zuck tinkering with the algorithm and half my friends ( good one) trying to sell me something and feigning interest in what I have to say in hopes I might buy something from them, it makes me feel great! I get a lot of pleasure of scrolling through endless feeds of smiling faces, with perfect jobs and relationships, it makes me appreciate being alone and unemployed a lot more. And people that used to talk to me have dropped off and I haven’t heard from them, so that really helps.
Let’s see, I am in therapy and that is actually good and believe it or not, I am making progress in some ways. And I am trying to get healthier physically, mentally and emotionally, we’ll see how that works out. But yeah, life is really fantastic and I couldn’t be happier.
What do you think of me, honestly? If you tell me, I’ll let know dishonestly how I feel about you. Deceit to save face, a smile, and a laugh to cover up the sound of grinding teeth and clenched fists. It’s a life long strategy to survive, it may not work well but it’s all I’ve got and it’s good enough….
It’s a battle of light and darkness, truth vs deceit. It’s been dark and we all feel the pain but there is hope; a glimmer of light, tears flow, a collective sigh of relief, good will always triumph over evil but we made it, we walk toward the light, combating hate with love and a duty to begin the healing of a time centered about divisiveness. Children of God we are, deserving of dignity, love, and respect. Moving forward, I won’t let anyone dim my light.
How do i tell you how i feel when we’ve never met? I’m not sure if you even exist, except in the dark corners my mind.
Is love possible or at least probable?
Do you words make up for your lack of existence, I’d try to find you but i’m tripping over my own heart that’s been shattered to the ground.
Someday, im sure of it..
My last thoughts before slumber, they’re coherent but with a hint of ramblingSlowing down, trying to shake away the racing thoughts of today’s events.Preparing for dreams that will inspire and enchant me until I wake up.Dreams are heavenly uneven messages from my subconscious being projected onto my pillow while my eyes blink rapidly back and forth.A ticket to sweet dreamland; until tomorrow; good night. 😴
I wish I was you, you’re better than me. You’re smarter, more successful, more confident.I’m a nobody, I know I can’t measure up and I know you’re thinking the same.Will, I ever have my own success’s to flaunt?Do my small achievement cause resentment for others, like I feel resentment?Am I a hypocrite; bitter at a life that I can never grasp?What’s the secret to your success? You must tell me…