From today I welcome all the crap to Yoors.
I've often wondered myself lately where all the depressiveness and all the diseases come from on Yoors. And if I'm perfectly honest, it also made me a little despondent. Where does all this misery come from?! I myself am a Sunday child and have a wonderful family, plenty of food and a nice company. Just happy. And that's why I didn't see it. You're not just happy! That is not at all common.
Following the post below of Aswespeak, I suddenly understood that today. Because what do you do with such a post? No one can experience her pain. No one can sense what she's going through. But she does write her story on Yoors. And apparently that gives something relief. You can do this anonymously on Yoors without immediately knowing your name or where you live and work. Yoors is the exact opposite of Facebook or Instagram. You can go anonymously or choose to use your own name.
Because of this post I suddenly saw where Yoors is different or can be more. And from now on, I want to embrace that. Instead of denying and looking away. Life has no filter! On Instagram you can see beautiful lives and it is more than wholeheartedly awarded to everyone! Enjoy especially if you can. But the fuckin' life itself has no Instagram filter!
The fuckin' life has no Instagram filter.
