Sharing is caring?

 


I share a lot of things on social media; things I've drawn, silly videos, my attempt at singing and even when I am struggling mentally - I share a lot! 

However, there are still many, many things I don't share; poems and sketches I've written and drawn, anniversaries of certain family members and friends deaths, videos I filmed and then decided they were too cringey to post, (yes, that's right - the videos I have posted are deemed as NOT cringey!), photos, the majority of my worries and anxieties  and a multitude of other things that I just wouldn't share due to deciding nobody wants to see or hear about them and well, anxiety. 

So what is the point I wish to make in this blog post? Just that it's perfectly ok NOT to share everything, in fact it's nice to retain a certain mystique about yourself. I see some people who put EVERYTHING about their lives, (good and bad), on social media and I can't help but think that can't be a good thing. 

I enjoy sharing pics, videos and other assorted nonsense online but I assure you I still only share about 10% of what I could...unless of course you're a close friend of mine and then I probably overshare far too much whilst on walks, having a cuppa, etc. But that's just because I'm chuffed someone wants to hang out with and listen to me and most importantly I trust them. 

Also...fact check things before you post...

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