I’m noticing that most of what I’m seeing on social media is scary. Don’t get me wrong, there are small blips of light and beauty – Italians singing with each other, their voices carrying over the empty streets – but for the most part I’m seeing stories that make even my own inner-Pollyanna want to board up my windows.
What I believe, though, is that platforms like Facebook only and ever have told one side of a story. Most people don’t post about the small wounds inflicted on a daily basis; the way your teen told you she hates you again, the tantrums your kid has that don’t make sense, the condescending way a spouse spoke. We don’t usually post about worries over money or hating our jobs or being generally unfulfilled and lost.