05 July 2016

in which rosie learns a big lesson and makes a big change after crying for seven straight hours

Yesterday I saw a post on Instagram that launched me into absolute despair. This isn't the first time this has happened, to me or probably to you, or to anyone, I'm sure. And in the midst of crying so hard in a public place that a lady had to ask me if I was okay because I was freaking kids out, the fact that it came down to an Instagram post was insult to injury. I'm so lonely right now. It's been Instagram posts that have helped me get here and it was an Instagram post that finally pushed me to a breaking point. And I just keep asking myself *why did I have to see that, why did I even have to know.*

I feel tragically beholden to remaining plugged in. Socially obliged to a relentless, involuntary consumption of details about peoples lives that perpetuate my loneliness and upend my self-worth on a daily basis and I just sit here and I let it. I let it change the way I feel, I let it change the way I perceive reality. Don't I love myself more than that? It's disgusting and it's horrible and it's tragic. And the only solution so far has been to try to present ourselves in ways that make someone else feel lonely and less than. So we can keep up. 

A few months ago I made a new friend, and she told me that pre-friendship she used to follow me on Instagram but had to stop because *I was one of those people who's lives just seem perfect to the point of making you feel like trash.* This is someone I cherish dearly and am so incredibly grateful for. And I had hurt her before I even knew her. Without even knowing it. And it makes me absolutely sick on so many levels. 
  • Firstly, I've had my fair share of shit this year. Things have been consistently difficult and hard and scary. If people see my life as perfect, not only is it painful to me that I'm unintentionally perpetuating that lie, it's also putting up a barrier between me and people that I desperately desperately need. How can we connect and uplift and commiserate when someone's life seems inhumanly beyond the need to connect and uplift and commiserate? Everyone carries sadness. Everyone. 
  • Secondly, it absolutely breaks my heart to think I am or is or was ever part of causing another girl to suffer in the ways I've suffered. Jealousy and self-doubt and longing and envy are poisonous and I know it because I've felt it all. I've followed and unfollowed, I've accidentally happened upon posts that make me wish I could cease to exist. I know what that is and I don't ever want anyone to feel that on account of something I seem to be. I want girls to stick together. I want us to be on a team. We have to be on each other's team. 
The bottom line is, I just want it to be over. I want Instagram and Facebook to all to go away, and I want society to change, and I never want to have to see the things that make me feel jealous or worthless ever again. But since that's not real life, and that's not going to happen, all I can do is remove myself from the problem. If I'm going to create things, I want to create things for people, things people can find solace in and things that create peace. Not a damn persona.

I'm done. I don't know how or what that exactly means, I don't know how that will manifest in the things I post or what platforms I post them on, but I want you to know, if you're reading this, that I am done with being part of the problem. I don't want to be part of the problem. My life isn't perfect. I'm sorry if you thought so. I love you and we need each other and we need each other to be real and honest and good and kind. Deal?



  1. Rosie, I absolutely loved this. Thank you. I'll be on your team!

    1. thank YOU! I'm happy we are team mates! ☺️


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