A Time When You Were at Your Lowest and No One Noticed: A TikTok Trend…

The end of summer in 2020, I spent most of my days crying. I broke it off with someone I was seeing while simultaneously processing the demise of friendship.

Two heartbreaks at once. One of those heartbreaks was just painful, and the other was both painful AND poked at so many of my triggers, wounds, and traumas.

I wanted to recoil inside myself and hide away and harden and never open myself up again. That of course, is all valid and part of the process in the wake of our pain until we learn to soften again.

But the point of me telling you all of this is because I didn’t share any of those details online.

I posted pictures of me being my giggly, bubbly, playful self because I was also that too. Finding joy in my hardships is part of what keeps my alive and helps me heal.

I may openly share a lot about my life, but I certainly don’t share everything. This isn’t my journal and I personally feel it’s irresponsible to share the details or the story of a situation online until it’s been fully processed (especially, when it involves others). But more than that, I’m not obligated to share the personal details of my life.

I’m all for authenticity and I’m also all for privacy and I choose to honor both.

Which brings me to the main point: Instagram is a highlight reel—as we know, and as we forget.

My life isn’t perfect. I’m a human just like you. So may this be a lovely reminder of the truth.

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