In my previous post I spoke about how I had a car crash and I didn’t want to tell anyone because I was embarrassed.

Note that the moment I got my car I took a picture and posted it to Instagram and Facebook.

It got me thinking about social networking and what we choose to share.

Obviously no one wants to share when something terrible happens, but surely those experiences too, are what help us grow?

Which is why you should always, always be careful about what you see on other peoples pages. Remember that they’re only showing the best parts, the edited version of their life.

It’s taken me a long time to realise that, after all I did spend a lot of my time when I was recovering from my ops staring longingly at peoples Facebooks and wishing that I was out doing all the fun things that they were.

But how do I know that they were having the time of their life? That one picture that they posted could have been the only time that night that they smiled, it just happened to be caught on camera. How do I not know that they could have spent the whole evening wishing that they were in their pj’s with a cup of tea like I was at the time?

You never really know what’s going on in peoples lives unless they tell you so if you’re reading this and you’ve had an op or two and currently holed up, wishing that you were out and about, remember that its only temporary and you don’t quite know the whole story.

Having IBD also comes with FOMO. Fear Of Missing Out. I would push myself to extremes just to go out with everyone else, just to feel “normal” but generally, I’d push myself and then be set back a week or two because I was so exhausted.

My body craved for sleep and rest but I just wanted to be out doing all the things that “normal” people do. I was 19 when I was diagnosed and as I have always said, I won’t let this disease hold me back. Sometimes though, you need to recognise when to fight a losing battle.

Taking time out to rest doesn’t mean that the disease is winning. It just means that you’re resting up and being the best that you can be at that moment. Rest now, and who knows, maybe your flare might not last so long because your body is in a better position to deal with it.

I know its tough but don’t let things like social media or your mind convince you you’re missing out on life because chances are you’re not missing out on much.

Sure, a lot of your friends are out getting smashed but its what they did the week before and the week before that just spending money on a night they won’t remember and a kebab they’ll sorely regret in the morning.

Just a note, generally speaking I never regret the kebab, the after party kebab is one of my highlights of the evening.

See!! Shouldn’t that tell you how much you’re not missing out on if one of my favourite parts of the night is a kebab?!?!

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