Madison Holleran, was an Ivy League track runner for University of Pennsylvania, her sudden suicide on Jan 17, 2014 shocked her family. ESPN wrote a very thought provoking article called Split Image on social media and the filter we appear to put on our life. I read this during my lunch hour on Friday and was practically in tears. We all have our fair share of personal demons, however big or small, yet we don’t talk about them.
I’ve not told many people that this last year I have really struggled with many things and how to cope with them, but if you look through my Instagram, you would think I am leading a perfect life with no worries. I sit and am envious of friends social media feeds, forgetting that I myself only put up the good on social media. Do I put up the bad, no? So, we are all in part living through a filter. That is okay, we don’t want to hear everyones daily moans and growns, but equally it puts pressure to create this perfect persona.
Interestingly, one of my most successful blog plots, was about failing my masters. The blogging and social media world isn’t adverse to helping with the bad, it’s just not the complete norm. I was inspired by the Hollerans message of
It’s OK to not be OK. It’s OK to show people you’re not OK.
Here is my #LifeUnfiltered, some of my most liked Instagram posts, but my actual thoughts at the time.
A beautiful January morning, that was also my Mum’s birthday. I rudely had to hang up the phone, having just got hold of her to take this photo. Beautiful photo and morning yes, was it polite to hang up on Mum to take a photo, no.
My birthday, I love baking and will bake for any excuse, except my birthday. I knew no-one would bake for me this year, so I had to go out and buy my own cupcake.
A ridiculous foggy morning, you can’t see The Clyde let alone the shipbuilding company opposite me. The reality, I had just bought a car and never driven in fog before, it took me 15 minutes to do a 5 minute drive and I was pretty scared, even though I knew the road and where the lights were.
The stereotypical girl goes to the gym and takes a look at me photo. In part yes, in part look at my bargain new trainers that I drove to the outlet for. In honesty, it was just another Friday night where I didn’t have plans or anyone to see, so another lonely Friday night spent at the gym. My love for the gym is partly being surrounded by other people and the chance to actually talk to someone.
What looks like good white chocolate ganache which has in fact been rushed. I do love baking, but I am a perfectionist, so I often have complete meltdowns when it isn’t exactly as it should be. Case in point, the white chocolate icing wasn’t smooth enough, making the cake lumpy, and I hadn’t let the ganache cool long enough so it didn’t set correctly.