I’ve known two versions of myself—the Lauren I was for 26 years and the woman I became after my mother died. I would never be the same after experiencing such a catastrophic loss. How could I be, after seeing her lifeless body being carried down the hallway of our local hospice? The death of her was the rebirth of me.
We vastly underestimate how much depth we actually hold. Give yourself more credit. You’re far more complex than an Instagram post of curated highlights or a Substack essay summarizing a controversial take. Sharing your life online a bit more isn’t going to put a target on your back—people are too caught up in their own lives to scrutinize yours... See more