I feel social media somehow conforms us into the expectations of others. It’s human nature to want to be liked, at times to be envied. When I look at her Facebook and Instagram now I see a journal, sort of a stamp of memories for those of us left behind to look back on.

I’m socially awkward and a bit of an asshole. I find social media a struggle at times. In 2018 it’s the biggest and greatest marketing tool we writers have so I need to stay active but it’s difficult to share my true self in photos and statuses. Something about those made up or promoted snippets of ourselves instinctively drives me to shut down mode. I find it much easier to write my feelings in stories to share with people like you who appreciate and value my experiences.

Thank you for reading and for sharing your story.