Facebook Turned Me Down, But I'm Not Giving Up

Just yesterday, I posted my new blog on Facebook, the first time I willingly shared my thoughts publicly. It took a lot of courage to finally express my views, share my anecdotes, and more.

Before publishing it on Facebook, I shared it with a dear journalist friend to get his thoughts. He’s someone whose writing style I really admire, factual yet full of emotion. It’s like you can truly feel the emotions and visualize what he’s trying to convey.

"I love your style," he said in a Viber message.

For someone who isn’t very confident in her writing skills, this meant a lot.

"You are a great writer, Ein. Appreciate your own style, and never cease to learn."

My heart was so happy. These were words I always wanted to believe. Please don’t get me wrong, I’m not greedy for compliments, but I believe I needed a little boost of affirmation to do well in this craft and pay it forward by inspiring others.

"Go on, don’t stop sharing your thoughts and feelings, Ein."

So, I posted it on Facebook. To be honest, I was anxious. Like I said, it might not have any impact at all, or worse, nobody would even read it. But I got my first heart reaction, then a few more likes, and even a comment from a dear reporter showing support. It wasn’t much, but I was so happy.

When I checked the blog stats, I saw 40+ views. Maybe 20 of those were from me.

Then this morning, I saw a notification that it was taken down by Facebook because it supposedly violated community standards, something I don’t really understand.

I was just starting, but Facebook is already ending my career. Haha. But kidding aside, it felt so real. I don’t resent Facebook. On the contrary, I feel noticed, and that’s enough fuel to keep going.

So even if Facebook turned me down, I'm not giving up.

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