I avoided Facebook for a quite a long while.
Then, as I decided I was going to start a blog…it felt just a bit funny to have anxiety over joining the online community while sharing my life on a blog for all to see.
So, I joined. I added a few people. I added more people. People found me. I found them. I’ve not really figured out the chatting aspect to it…yet.
But, I’ve remained a bit aloof of the whole thing because, I’ve decided, I have Facebook anxiety.
A few weeks ago, late one night, some crazy woman in me added a few people who I’d not been in contact with for many years. Since junior high and high school. A period in time when I have trouble remembering much happiness in my life. Yes, I pushed “add friend,” took a deep breath, and wondered what I’d just done.
Matter of fact, genuinely nice responses. I wondered, “what’s my hangup?” And then I realized, once again, that the pain from my youth was still there. I’ve done so much internal work over the years, moving past, through and around it. And yet, there always seem to be new layers. Having kids helps you find new layers from the past all the time.
But, the simple act of adding those people forced me to dig a little deeper. I unearthed some new information about myself and who I am now. I feel better. The world didn’t end. Actually, I ended up confronting my fear head-on…finally.
Anybody else have Facebook anxiety?