Moving On (Hopefully)

            It’s been five months since I experienced someone unfollowing me because of my depression, me being negative and me not fawning over her and her family. I’ve learned a lot from this experience and with time, the pain from it has lessened although it is still there. I don’t cry as much as I did when it first happened. I have finally realized that it wasn’t my fault at what happened. Not everyone is truly understanding; not everyone is honestly caring. There are some people in life who feel the world revolves around them and everyone must give praise to every little thing. I feel sorry for people like that, people who must rely on compliments and congratulations on social media to make them feel complete.

            I am not like that and can’t imagine ever being like that. Even as an author, I find it hard to keep an author Twitter account going because I am one who just finds it hard to toot my own horn. I may share the few happy things that happen to me but I don’t get all upset if I don’t get a hoard of replies back to my news. I could never see myself unfollowing for that reason nor would I ever unfollow someone for being depressed. (Not very Christian-like, if I may point out.) I’ve wondered since that day if the person has ever realized how my depression would grow because of what she did. Does she even realize how much she hurt me? Then I realize that she would be unable to realize how her actions hurt me. It was all about her, after all.    

            One thing that has come out of this is knowing that I was supported by many people who were appalled by what happened to me. It’s nice knowing that people cared enough about me to have such a reaction.

            This should be my last blog on the subject. It’s time to realize who my true friends are and that they are the ones that are important to me and deserve my words.  

Dana :)