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Social Media: Let’s Get Personal

This is going to be a VERY angry post. After my last post on mental health, I had some negative feedback on my personal Facebook page from somebody I know. We came to blows and after her comments, I had to block her.

 

People were comfortable when I was only sharing posts of me smiling, because that’s what social media’s about right?

 

Putting on a show for one another’s amusement.

 

We tell each other what we had for breakfast; we post pictures of our cute little dogs; we check in on our trips to Ikea (I actually did that yesterday haha), and the sad posts are okay as long as they’re temporary. People don’t care about our pain if it doesn’t have a sell-by-date, and I’m sorry but that’s the truth.

 

Since I’ve become sick, lost my job and become more outspoken about race, more and more people on my personal Facebook page have criticised me for “moaning” on their newsfeeds. This is regardless of balance too – I’ve shared the positive and the negative. 

 

How dare you tell me what to share about my life?

How dare you tell me what to post on my own Facebook page?

I have to scroll past your trash whenever I log onto Facebook, while I’m lying in bed crippled after a seizure or depression. Or both.

And by the way, thanks for fucking asking if I’m okay.

If you don’t like what I’m saying, scroll the fuck on bitch.

Eye Roll

Talking to a close friend about this, and taking her advice, I had to come to the decision that I’ll no longer to posting my blog to my personal Facebook page. And that’s tragic, because it appears that I’m now writing to the world and not my home. However, it protects my mental health, and it reduces stress, which will hopefully reduce seizures (by the way, my Zonisamide has been increased, I’m not fucking happy. 500mg, on top of the Keppra, AND anti-depressants???? For fuck’s sake. But of course, people on Facebook are sooooooooooooooooooooooo tired of hearing me moan about my fucking epilepsy because it hasn’t gone away yet).

Every day shows me who my enemies are; I already know who cares, I need to focus on that.

Furthermore, haters is a sure sign of success – I’m pretty sure that somebody somewhere successful said that.

You Got It Dude

Thanks for reading guys, and I also want to take this time to thank you for your support.

XOXO

Author:

My body remains on the sidelines watching, while my mind roams around the room, taking in the world around her. I am a wallflower. There could be two reasons for this: It could be due to me being an introvert or just that I am a Cancerian! I’m Cece Alexandra and I am so honoured that you’ve been led to delve into my thoughts here in this blog! I would describe myself as a Wallflower which is why I use words to express my deepest – and sometimes darkest - thoughts. Words have always been my strongest method of expressing myself. Growing up I always wanted to be a writer, however life and circumstances chipped away at my confidence until there was nothing left. Without words, I could no longer express myself. I am also Epileptic. Since being diagnosed, I have realised that my deepest fear is the day I am finally on my deathbed, haunted by the overwhelming regret that I never achieved my God-given potential. This realisation forced me to take a step of faith and put myself out there. Yes it makes me vulnerable, however within the process I not only want to be an inspiration to myself; I want to be an inspiration to other women – to be whatever you want to be. Embrace the fear and doubt and utilise that as the fuel you need to push through! Life is for living to the fullest. Life is for loving, for living true to yourself and to the people around you. Life however, can also be crippling, dark and overwhelming. But you are not alone. This thought alone is what will help you get up from the ground.

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