Does Facebook hurt your Mental Health?

Two weeks ago I deactivated my Facebook account, after my second miscarriage it hurt me to look at my friends and family with their babies and pregnancies. This time I deactivated it right away, all because it made me feel so much worse last time, and it’s given me time to grieve. For the first time, I’ve stopped comparing my life to those around me.

Maybe it’s just a coincidence and it was the third miscarriage which made me stop comparing, but I really don’t think it was. Facebook has a way of making me obsessed with everyone else, it hurts my anxiety to the point where I’m crippled because my life hasn’t turned out the way that everyone else has.

I understand that it’s all bullshit, no one really talks about there actual life, they just show the good parts of it. I understand the pressure of trying to make my life look perfect, even forcing myself to go places just because everyone else is doing it, which in turn hurts my mental illness as I force myself to look normal.

But I’m not normal, why would I even want to be normal? I’m quirky, I joke around a lot, and to other people, I may actually be weird. But I am me, unapologetic me, and Facebook makes me want to apologise for who I am. It makes me want to put a face on, pretend to be perfect, but it’s completely wrong.

I should be celebrating my individuality, that quirky girl who talks about her problems, writes, crafts like mad, reads, is a geek, and always has a kind word for other people. The girl that’s had a hard life, but doesn’t let it stop her, after facing abuse she still lets herself be open and vulnerable around other people because that’s who I am.

I believe the best in people, it may make me a target (it has made me a target), but I shouldn’t apologise for seeing the good in the people around me, even if they don’t understand what trauma does to a person, or talk behind other people’s back. It shouldn’t make me feel like I have to be a different person.

My other half always says I wear my heart on my sleeve, that everyone takes advantage of me, and he might be right. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t be myself, it shouldn’t make me want to hide from what is real, or who I really am. I want to live in a world where everyone shares everything, warts and all.

A world where I don’t have to live up to perfection because I had enough of that growing up, I want to live in a world where flaws are appreciated as individuality, not something to hide from, and that world is definitely not available on Facebook. It’s definitely not going to change to reflect real life.

Maybe we have to understand that and stay away. But there are good things about Facebook, due to my mental illness I’m not allowed to see my niece too much, and I have to deal with that. On Facebook I can now be part of her teenage life, comment on her posts, and talk to her through messenger.

It isn’t right that I’m not in her life, I’m no good at confrontation to fix it, but I can show that I care through Facebook. It’s not perfect, it’s not the life I imagined when she was born, but it does make me feel included in her life. I can also contact close family who live thousands of miles away from me, without Facebook I would never really talk to them besides the odd email, and I’m thankful for that.

But the bad outweighs the good for me right now, I might go back in a few weeks or I might just end up staying off it.

Broken Doll

My soul is broken in half,

Other people may laugh,

But I’ve broken into a million pieces,

As my womb releases.

 

I cannot bring you home,

Could it be a wrong chromosome,

That keeps my children from me,

As I live my life without you three.

 

I wish I could hold your hand,

To take you to a far-off land,

I wish I could brush your hair,

And tell you that I am there.

 

I see you three in my mind,

I teach you all how to be kind,

I hold you when you’re upset,

I teach you all the alphabet.

 

I watch you in your sleep,

I take care of your upkeep,

I kiss the bobo on your knee,

While I bathe you we play with the rubber ducky.

 

When you have a terrible fever,

I stay up and watch you forever,

When you need someone to talk too,

I will become your own personal guru.

 

I cannot do any of this,

I lost you three now you don’t exist,

All I have are the hopes and dreams,

As I begin to tear myself at the seems.

Grief

I’m smack bang in the middle of Depression, I’ve felt all five stages since Monday, sometimes they come together in a giant wave, and I start to drown, and other times I feel them individually.

Right now all I feel is depression, I feel slimy but unmotivated to do anything about it, I just sit on the couch sinking right into the cushions, hoping the couch will swallow me whole.

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My birthday week

Trigger Warning: Miscarriage

Thursday 6th of September

It’s my birthday week so with it comes an amount of stress like no other, I have to be around people, I have to reply to the old friends and acquaintances that post on facebook for the first time since my last birthday. I have to go outside which is in itself a trigger, and I generally end the day doing what I wanted to do since I woke up, curl up on the couch under a blanket, rest my head on my pillows, and eat cake.

This week came with added pressure, to explain I have to tell the story of my second miscarriage, over a year ago we decided to try and get pregnant. Within three months I was pregnant and glowing, I’d been on vacation right before I found out so I was extremely calm, I’d worked hard to get to that mental state, although the anxiety never truly left me.

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