I have a sponsored post on Facebook advertising my blogging workshop which no one has signed up for – bummer – and my sponsored post has one comment “A true lady.” Being the positive person I am I said, “thank you.”
When I saw the person’s post, I didn’t give it much thought. I’ve become so used to people posting random things that I no longer try to understand what they were trying to say and then it happened. I had a moment of realizing that I made a breakthrough. At some point in time, I learned to look at the random things people post in response to something I’m doing on social media and move on.
Just like that! I moved on.
The state of my mental health history has a broad line separating my life before we lost Blue and after we lost Blue.
When Blue died, I tried hard to find meaning in that terrible loss. It wasn’t until a year later that I realized that losing my dog pushed me into therapy and I found the path to a happier me. Not fake happy that I showed everyone on social media (minus those moments of dramatic meltdowns), but true happiness.
The Pre-Blue Me
The Pre-Blue Me would have looked at that statement and assumed that the woman was slut shaming the model in the image and, as an extension, shaming me. I would have asked, “what exactly do you mean?” Revving up for a social media battle of wills with a stranger who dared to insult me and this nameless, faceless woman. How DARE she bring her Mean Girl antics over to my page and sully the advertisement I was paying for in an effort to humiliate me on Facebook.
Yeah, I was a bit dramatic and a touch cray-cray because I had a laundry list of triggers that could go off at any moment, causing me to lose my shit in terrible ways.
The Post-Blue Me
The Post-Blue me handles things differently. This is the Me who has been in therapy for more than three years, the Me who works shit out on a Seattle sofa every Tuesday afternoon, the Me who still wonders “what did she mean by that?” And then chooses to take it as a compliment.
Over the past couple weeks, I’ve been reported to Facebook for bullying because a woman didn’t like that people disagreed with her alternative facts about HPP processing. By the way, I wasn’t part of that discussion, however, I was blamed. I’ve received two emails from women who wanted to let me know how stupid I am and how little I know about raw feeding. To one, I apologized to her for the event that caused her so much pain (her long emails were horrible) and I thanked the other for her feedback and wished her a nice day.
The Pre-Blue Me would have engaged these ladies in an all out Facebook war of words, accusations, name calling, and drama. Drama, Drama, Drama.
The Post-Blue Me sees the humor, laughs it off, and moves on.
I still have sad days when I’d rather stay home in bed, surrounded by my dogs than deal with the world. But these days come and go like a breeze; they no longer set up camp and live on my shoulders for days on end.
Wow! A true lady.
I just checked – one person has signed up! Yippeeee! Too bad we’ll have to cancel. I need at least 5 people.