Social media is a dangerous game. Tonight, I saw that first hand. I’m not going to get specific with what happened because I’m not looking to add to whatever fire this person (or people) tried to start, but writing is how I deal with things.
So, I’m writing.
I feel like I do a pretty good job with not letting things get to me, but something about the comments I got this time just really bothered me. And I think it’s important for me to say this because I’ve received messages before, usually from people younger than me, asking me how to deal with bullies. I put up a really strong front on social media, and that’s not an accident. But, you know what? Words hurt. I don’t care if it comes from an anonymous person you’re never going to meet. It still hurts.
Somebody decided to come after things I care deeply about, things I’ve put so much energy and heart into, and I can’t pretend it just rolled off my back like it was nothing. Someone I don’t even know, someone who didn’t have the courage to stand beside what they were saying, attacked my character.
And you know what?
I was a mess. For about thirty minutes, I cried quietly and kept reading the comments over and over again. It got worse every time. But then I got up, hopped in the shower, came back and got rid of everything.
In 12 hours, something I started for fun started to make me question my character. My accomplishments. Myself. And I’m not going to let anyone do that to me.
So, I guess the point of this post is this: people only have the power you choose to give them.
Their words are only a sword if you choose to take off your armor, if you stand by and let them stab you. Don’t do it. Don’t let them belittle you. You are so much more than the comments someone leaves on your social media accounts. So much more. I’m still trying to learn this, too.
I don’t have it all together. Nobody does. I’m sorry if I ever made it seem like I do, because trust me, I’m as big of a mess as anyone else.
If you ever need to talk to someone, know that I am here for each and every one of you. I have my list of ride-or-dies and I hope your have yours. Hold onto them. Love them. And just be kind.