I need to be real here.
I love posting poems and stories here, but social media exhausts me!
Maybe I’m too old for this?
I know we must change with the times, and I love meeting people from all over the world, but it’s so loud that I can hear banging sounds.
I am an introvert with PTSD, synesthesia, and sensory overload.
Gone are the days when a writer could hide in a little dark room with a pen, paper, computer, chocolate, and wine and pop out masterpieces.
Now everyone wants to be seen, the number of followers matters, and how popular you are on social media comes with perks of being published, etc.
I got on TikTok today. I lasted maybe 10 minutes, and most of that time was trying to figure out how to delete my account!
I don’t want to be seen. I came here to tell stories, inspire people, and help them feel a little less alone.
I process things slower than some. I live life on high alert with PTSD. One minute I’m bold, the tough girl no one can mess with, and the next, I’m filled with anxiety, worried about everyone, and wishing I could save the world of all the pain and hurt.
As an empath with synesthesia, all my senses are on 24/7, and I never rest. I’m constantly feeling the pain of the world or seeing, feeling, and experiencing so much energy at once.
When I’m writing, my head quiets down, and for a moment, I’m right where I need to be.
I want to share my stories with the world. I want to publish my poems. I want to be seen in that way. I just wish I could do it without the banging sounds of social media.
Oh, to be one of those prolific writers who hides in a corner office, popping out inspiring prose that changes lives while being invisible and safe in my world of solitude, exploration, and fantasy.
Or maybe thats just a fantasy.
There has got to be a way to have both.
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