Today, I talked for the first time with a friend I found on Facebook. I have never met her in person, although we did attend the same high school. Over the last several months we have been exchanging emails offering support and sharing experiences dealing with our commonality, bipolar disorder.
It was strange at first. Especially, since I am an introvert at heart. But, by the end of the conversation we had shared the most intimate of details. Sharing all the gory details that typically scar all of the women that bear this illness . . . alcohol and drug abuse, sexual indiscretions, medication juggling, tortured friends and family and the negative stigma that hangs around our necks like an albatross.
So, I welcome the advent of modern day social networking. I would have never shared any of the gory details of my life with her had we not established a level of trust through Facebook. Now, I not only have another vehicle of support, I have found a kindred.