Don't Tell Tara - the inner workings of a chronic oversharer

So, this January, my friends and I decided to do dry Jan, but instead of booze, we gave up social media. At first, I was apprehensive; how will I know what people are up to? How will I cope not being tagged in hilarious memes by my friends? How will I know when people's birthdays are? Firstly, all the people who's birthdays I actually care about, I already know the date. I don't need a Facebook reminder. Its nice to wish someone a happy birthday, and its great to feel popular when you get 30+ messages on your own birthday, but is it really life changing if you don't / they don't? No. Anyway, Facebook was never the problem. Gone are the days when Facebook ruled and you could actually see what was going on in peoples lives... Now my feed is mostly dominated by random pointless videos and ads. Instagram however, is a whole different monster. I've lost count of the hours wasted scrolling mindlessly through Instagram, looking at... well... I can't e...

I am a confident woman. People think I am a confident woman. I wish I was a confident woman.  I want to be a confident woman.  I used to be a confident woman  Can anyone relate to any of the above?  The chances are, you can probably relate to all of the above in some way.  My journey is ongoing. It is never ending. It is a love story in progress. Probably the love story I have struggled with the most.  I don’t really know where to start, because I can’t really tell you where it started.  So let’s start at rock bottom.  I found myself in a destructive relationship. I knew I was in it, I knew what was going on, but I just couldn’t get out.  It was emotionally destructive rather than physically, but I still bore scars.  My confidence was broken down until I felt like I didn’t deserve anything better; I felt like I was lucky to be loved at all.  The issue was clearly his own insecuritie...