It was incredibly hard. When I want to post what is going on I couldn’t. I had people ask me if I was on Facebook when I was on my phone. Internally I groaned no I am not. Taking pictures and not sharing them became blahs. It was as if my creativity was drained out of me. I realized I missed tweeting things and not worrying about how many likes or favorites I got.
Your on too many social media I was told. Can’t you keep anything to yourself? I wanted to scream at times. Than I hear the n word. That is not normal. Normally people don’t post so much.
I told myself I was networking showing my skills in a limited capacity. Than I realized I began forgetting somethings and self doubt entered my mind. It was terrible. I had conformed into some kind of robot. I hated it with every fiber inside of me.
I am young and have this amazing brain that was never really normal. I have people commenting that they enjoyed my posts. They wanted more. I wanted more. I am an individual and proud of it. If you don’t like it than I will go somewhere I am wanted. People like me for me. That is all I ever wanted. I am a writer and blogger. As Sara I live without fear. I stand for the underdogs. I am alive even though I feel weak. I am human with all my weaknesses.