Addicted to Instagram – is it such a bad thing?

Yep I said it. I’m addicted to Instagram. Some people don’t understand why I use it as much as I do. I think some people actually have a real problem with it. And I probably am on my phone a bit too much if I’m honest. And the issue of posting public photos of my babies does worry me sometimes (although I will definitely stop whenever they are old enough to tell me if they’re not happy about it). But at the same time, Instagram has also been a real lifeline for me for several reasons. On down days, when I maybe haven’t spoken to another adult all day or when one or both of the twiglets is poorly or there’s something I’m really worried about or mum guilt is kicking my butt, or even just when they’ve tag-teamed at pushing my buttons over and over until I lose my shit and just want to rock in a corner wearing earplugs, it’s been a huge source of comfort on many occasions to have a community of supportive mums there at my fingertips – for advice, reassurance and just to tell me I’m doing a decent job despite a shitty day. This has honestly been invaluable for my mental state some days – where else can you instantly get support from hundreds of lovely mamas who totally understand what you’re going through and can immediately make you feel better and less alone?

Another reason for my love of Insta is that, as well as receiving support from other mums, it allows me to give something back by in turn supporting other mums myself. I’m talking about all the amazing mums who’ve had the balls to set up their own businesses and use their talents and skills to make beautiful clothes. We fell into the world of brand repping completely by accident. I came across the shop Fred and Noah and ordered the twiglets some cute leggings for Christmas when they were about 6 months old. From there I soon realised that there were lots and lots of these small shops on Instagram producing gorgeous handmade clothes. As I started buying from a few, won a couple of giveaways and had my photos shared by various businesses, I really began to enjoy it and started applying for brand rep positions. It didn’t take long for me to become hooked. Now, pretty much all the twiglets’ clothes are gorgeous handmade items from small shops and it is genuinely rewarding to be supporting other mums – I just wish I had a useful skill so I could do the same! 😂

And the final reason for my Instagram addiction is the outlet I have found in photographing my gorgeous twiglets. I don’t profess to be a great photographer – faaar from it! I don’t have a fancy camera or any technical knowledge of photography to speak of. But some afternoons when I’m mentally drained, with added sleep deprivation, stress and a major lack of patience, the motivation to get some hopefully lovely (often amusing 😂) photos of new outfits can be just the kick up the arse I need to turn off C-Beebies and complete the military operation required to drag us all out of the house for some fresh air and exploring. Invariably it does us all good and makes me feel 100 times better than if I’d stayed in moping around the house, probably pointlessly attempting a bit of housework in one place while the twiglets caused absolute carnage in another. And I hope that in years to come we will all enjoy being able to look back on all the photos and their associated memories; they’re all little snapshots of time – time that is flying by way too fast.

So surely it can’t be tooo much of a bad thing that I have a little addiction to Instagram – there’s gotta be worse things, right?



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