When did it become A THING to only share the good stuff?
And for the love of God, why is it considered a serious faux pas to share the frustrations and the struggles in life without having an empowering ending?
I’m sure this frustration dates back to our struggles to get pregnant. Before I opened up about them, it was a dark spot in my life that I tried hard to bury. I would force a smile, share stories of excitement and lighthearted fun, and post things that made my life seem like it was all rainbows and sunshine.
The reality, though, was much darker. I felt like I was sinking deeper and deeper into an achingly dark hole and didn’t know how to get myself out. I remember a conversation with my husband where I told him I thought life wasn’t worth living if I couldn’t get pregnant.
Every book, article, and post about getting pregnant all talked about the power of gratitude and focusing on the good in your life. And while I knew the logic behind it, emotionally it simply felt like a big fat joke.
Yes, I could find the beauty in my day to day life, and there was plenty that I was grateful for, but that approach completely negated my sadness, heartbreak, and disappointment and caused me to feel like I was living two separate lives. It wasn’t until I was finally able to embrace that duplicity in my life and experiences, that I could work to change them.
In fact, any time I’ve ignored an emotion in my life or tried to suppress it (hello, anger), it has only intensified.
Perhaps that’s why I’m having such a hard time with the perfectly curated version of the world we are being exposed to at every turn. It feels like a bunch of half-truths that have created an impossible standard to live up to. Even for the folks that are creating it.
Life is messy.
Life is challenging.
Life is not picture perfect.
Life is anything but one dimensional.
And that is precisely what makes it beautiful and worthwhile and exciting.