I think it's safe to say that we can all be different people depending on who we're with. The person you are sat at home with your family probably isn't the same person who stands in front of your boss. We hide different things from different people, and we aim to present the best version of ourselves to those who don't really know us, to those who we want to impress, or simply to those who we're not yet comfortable enough with to show the 'real' us.
The same goes for our online-selves. We're quick to un-tag ourselves from those slightly dodgy Facebook photo's, to share our good news on Twitter, or to show the world our favourite (and slightly edited) possessions, purchases, adventures and faces on Instagram. But does this represent our whole lives, all the time? No, of course it doesn’t. I never quite realised this as much as before I started blogging.
When you start a blog, you basically put yourself on the internet, you give people, most of whom you've never met, a glimpse into your life. Whether this be directly through blog posts or vlogs on Youtube, or more often than not, regular Twitter, Snapchat and Instagram updates. But it's still just this, a glimpse.
Some bloggers are more open with their readers than others, and the one thing that has really amazed me more than anything from blogging, is just how strong minded a lot of bloggers are. I'm constantly inspired by all the mental health posts I read, people being so open about their thoughts, feelings, anxiety, depression, and not just having the strength to talk about it, but wanting to actually help others who might just be in the same position. This is something that I don't think I could ever do, and I admire every single one of you for it. You're all simply amazing.
No matter what the subject though, I think we've all probably written at least one personal post that's had us feeling a little bit sick at the thought of hitting that publish button. But, I bet they're the posts that you also get some of the best responses to, right? People love to read honest and real posts about the lives of others, and in a sense I think it brings a sort of comfort to us.
However, that still doesn't show everything, there's still a lot of things that we just don't share. You wouldn't record the stupid arguments you have with friends or family. You wouldn't tweet all the times when you suddenly feel down, when you feel completely crap about yourself and all you want to do is curl up in your bed with lots of chocolate and cry, and you probably definitely wouldn't share the reasons why. You wouldn't Instagram a photograph of your iPad screen while you start to google those symptoms you're getting, while convincing yourself you're about to pop your clogs because of some rare illness you've discovered on Wikipedia.
Remember that we never really quite know what each other is going through either. We can all have times that are hard for us, and it's those times that we don’t broadcast to the world. It's just as easy to post happy and seemingly normal things on twitter while you're hiding under previously mentioned duvet as it is to post them when you're in the best mood you've been in all week.
Don't presume someone is just fine based on what they tweet. You can hide a lot behind social media.