This week has been a real rollercoaster.
I know as a blogger I can choose what aspects of my life I share on here, and on Twitter and Instagram, and I can always try to keep up a positive appearance, but sometimes life isn’t all pastel stationery and new lipstick, and I think that sometimes we need to drop the stigma that comes with sharing our life struggles.
It doesn’t make us ‘moaners’ and it doesn’t make us weak, it makes us human. And d’you know what? Humans weren’t designed for solitary lives; we’re pack creatures, stronger in numbers, and sharing the load when we struggle is a means of survival. But I’m not here to talk evolution today.
The word broken has been thrown around a few too many times for my liking this week. I have a real issue with this word because it implies that something can affect us so much that we don’t feel like we exist as our best selves, and nothing should ever make us feel this way. But it does.
The thing about being broken, is that you aren’t alone. That’s when your pack are there for you. No matter how broken you think you may be, there will always be someone with a bottle of superglue collecting up those broken pieces, who’ll hug you til you’re squeezed back together. These are the people who love you no matter what. Even if you believe you’re irreparable, there will be those in your life who see you as perfect.
I don’t wish the feeling on anyone, but I just want to break this stereotypical belief that struggling should be done in silence. You are allowed to talk about anything you want to talk about, and you should never have to apologise for feeling the way you do. Find those golden people in your lives – the ones with the superglue – and let them help you, however you need them to.
Your life doesn’t need to be Instagram-perfect. You just need to be you.