<p>In recent decades, the general population has become more open with the world. We now share everything that happens in our lives: our deepest troubles, our most wonderful joys, and in numerous cases trivial day-to-day occurrences. With the advent of social media, sharing what goes on in our daily lives has become commonplace. Although there should be a limit on what we decide to make public, expressing ourselves is vital. </p>
<p>In the novel the Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, the main character Jay Gatsby suffers for years by not confessing the truth about his humble origins. He lives in an opulent community known as West Egg next to the equally wealthy, but more "old money" East Egg. He introduces himself to people as Jay Gatsby while his actual, less dignified namesake is James Gatz. He tells them that he went to Oxford, when he really did not even graduate from a small school in the United States because he had to do degrading janitorial work there. He even tells them that he was born into a wealthy family in the Midwest when in actuality his parents were dirt poor farmers. These copious lies erect a barrier between him and the people who he meets, for they can never truly get to know and adore the real man. By constructing this barrier, he jeopardizes his chance to be with the love of his life, Daisy, because she could never love the true him. By confessing the truth, he would relieve himself of his suffering. </p>
<p>I too experienced what Gatsby experienced. However, unlike Gatsby, I knew how to resolve my dilemma. Approximately three years ago, my mother was diagnosed with schizophrenia. The disease developed in a very brusque period of time, so my family and I were stunned by the news. Although it was difficult beyond words, I chose to continue living my life the way I had been living it. I was determined to not let the obstacle of losing my mother hinder my opportunity for a successful and enjoyable life. For an entire year, I lived my life as if everything was fine; I avoided telling any of my friends my dark secret for fear of embarrassment and judgement. Then, one day, I realized that the only way to feel liberated was to confess what I had been hiding. I told the truth about my situation to all of my friends, and instead of laughing at me or judging me like I thought they would, they embraced me and told me that they would be there for me. That was the best decision I had made in my seventeen years. </p>
<p>Releasing the skeletons from our closets is an effective method for freeing our souls. If we keep our miserable secrets to ourselves, then they will just fester within us. Confessing what we are holding back to loved ones is therapeutic and necessary. While sharing every minute event of our lives on social media for everyone to see is uncalled for, sharing what is deep within us with those who we care for should be encouraged.</p>
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