Look, I wish I could shout it from the rooftopsâYOU ARE NOT ALONE! But I get it: when anxiety or depression creeps in, it feels like you are. Trust me, youâre not. And thatâs the problemânobody talks about it enough. I get it, people don’t want to hear about all the bad shit in your life. But hear me out … what if more people started to share the real and authentic side of things?
We all want to look like weâve got it together. Scroll through Instagram or TikTok and youâll see:
⢠Smiling faces, dreamy vacations, lakes homes.
⢠The new cars, the expensive dinners, the perfect home with the spotless kitchen.
⢠Anniversary posts that say, âI donât know where Iâd be without you.”
But you *probably* wonât see:
⢠I skipped work today because I couldnât get out of bed.
⢠We fight more than we get along, and I don’t know if this relationship is working.
⢠I canât sleep, I canât eat, and I feel like Iâm drowning.
⢠The stack of bills on the counter (Or in my email) I have, that honestly – sometimes I think where the hell is this money supposed to come from?
When you start sharing the hard stuff, itâs like magicâothers open up too. And suddenly, you realize youâre not as alone as you thought. Real talk breaks down stigma, builds better friendships and connection, and might even save lives. I truly believe that by sharing our bullshit “this is fucking hard!”, as well as the good stuff, it will let more people be real.
So I’m here to challenge you:
Say something real today. Post the messy stuff. Or text a friend and tell them whatâs really going on. Vulnerability is how we heal.
Weâve got this. And if that feels too scary, just start smallâone truth, one moment.
âHuman beings are more alike than we are unalike. And the minute we began to understand, just the slightest part of that, we recognize ourselves as family. â
â Maya Angelou,
