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Why I Share My Life Online





I’ve never been called an oversharer, at least, not to my face. But I sometimes wonder if that’s what people think. You know, when I post something raw, vulnerable, emotional, when I speak openly about my heartache, or the moments I felt completely lost.

Maybe someone, somewhere, scrolls past and thinks, “That’s a lot to post online.”

And to them, I’d say this: Yes. It is a lot. Because life is a lot. And if my story helps even one person feel less alone in this messy, complicated world, then every word was worth sharing.

I Share for the Memories… and the Meaning

I’ve always shared my life online not for attention, but for connection. For documentation. For the memories. I want to remember the moments I’m proud of, the milestones, the laughter, the warmth of everyday life. I want to be able to scroll back and see how far I’ve come.

I share my children, because they’re my greatest achievement. I share my home, because I built something that feels safe and strong. I share my career, because I’ve worked incredibly hard to build a life I’m proud of. I share when I feel good about myself because we’re allowed to celebrate ourselves without guilt. We’re allowed to say, “I feel strong today.” Or “I love this version of me.”

It’s easy to share when things are good.

But I also share when they’re not.

Because the truth is, life isn’t always beautiful. Sometimes it’s brutal. Sometimes it brings you to your knees. Sometimes it breaks your heart in ways you never saw coming and there’s no neat caption or glossy photo that can fix that.

I’ve lived through pain. I’ve sat in silence. I’ve asked the hard questions the ones that don’t have easy answers. And I’ve come to realise something powerful:

Loneliness is one of the most painful things a person can feel.

And it’s far more common than we admit.

That’s why I write. That’s why I share. Because if just one person reads my words and feels even a little less alone, if they feel understood, if they feel seen, if they think, “She gets it” then all the vulnerability, all the fear of being judged, all the “maybe I’m sharing too much” thoughts… they’re all worth it.

Honesty Isn’t Weakness- It’s Strength

We live in a world obsessed with appearances. Filtered photos, perfect families, curated happiness. But behind all of that, people are struggling. People are grieving, hurting, questioning their worth, feeling like they’re the only ones who don’t have it all together.

I refuse to contribute to that illusion.

So I share the truth. My truth. Even when it’s uncomfortable.

Because pretending doesn’t help anyone. In fact, it isolates people even more. And if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that real connection only happens when we allow ourselves to be seen. Fully. Flaws, fears, tears and all.

I’m not sharing for sympathy. I’m not chasing attention. I’m not performing. I’m being real. Because real life is what people actually need right now.

And maybe someone’s never said it to me directly, but I can feel the unspoken questions sometimes:

“Why does she post so much?”

“Why does she put her business out there?”

“Why doesn’t she just keep it private?”

And here’s my answer: because I know what it feels like to feel completely alone. And if I can help one person feel less of that, I’ll keep going.

You Don’t Have to Understand It- But I Do

Not everyone will understand why I write the way I do. And that’s okay. They don’t have to.

Some people move through life quietly. I move through mine with words. Some people prefer privacy. I’ve found healing in honesty. Some people would never share what I do, but that’s their path. This is mine.

And I’ve learned along the way that the loudest opinions often come from people who’ve never walked through the fire. People whose lives have been smooth, who’ve never had to rebuild, who’ve never had to choose between breaking or starting again.

Sometimes those voices come from people close to you, even family. 

And let me say this, clearly: you don’t owe anyone an explanation for how you choose to survive.

Even family doesn’t get to decide what’s best for you. They can love you, and still not understand you. They can want what they think is right for you, and still be completely wrong.

You are allowed to walk away from their expectations. You are allowed to choose your own way forward. You are allowed to take up space without asking for permission, and without feeling guilty.

Your voice matters. Your healing matters. Your opinion of your life is the one that counts the most.

What I Hope You Know

If you’ve ever wondered why I share so much… it’s because I’ve lived the silence. I’ve known what it’s like to smile on the outside while feeling completely shattered inside. I’ve known the ache of feeling invisible. And I never want anyone else to feel like that if I can help it.

So maybe one day, someone going through something they can’t even explain will stumble across my words and find a little bit of comfort.

Maybe they’ll breathe a little deeper.

Maybe they’ll cry and feel understood.

Maybe they’ll realise they’re not crazy, or broken, or weak- they’re just human.

And maybe, just maybe, that moment will remind them they’re not alone.

If that happens, just once, then sharing my story will have meant something. Then it will have mattered.

So call it oversharing if you want. I call it connection. I call it courage. I call it living.

We only get one life. I’ve decided to live mine truthfully, boldly, and with an open heart even when it scares me.

Because if I can be that voice in the dark for someone else, then I’ve already won.

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