9 Hours Per day
According to an article on CNN, teens and young adults are spending about 9 hours per day on social media.
The influence of the various platforms is undeniable, it's our mission to be a positive influence behind the screens.
In 2008, 8.1 percent of youth ages 12 to 17 and 8.7 percent of young adults between the ages of 18 and 25 had at least one depressive episode. In addition, six percent of 12- to 17-year-olds and 5.4 percent of 18- to 25-year-olds had at least one major depressive episode with severe impairment.5 Suicide is the third leading cause of death for youth between the ages of 10 and 24, resulting in 4,513 deaths in 2008.
We can prevent this with self awareness and a supportive community!
What a rush
Half of 13-33-year-olds say getting likes on social media gives them a rush, according to yPulse.com
What if when they click on the comment section, it's filled with positivity & love? It will be with Unveiled.
Anxiety disorders often co-occur with depression as well as eating disorders, attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), and others.
Unveiled recognizes that so many of these life controlling issues go hand in hand and all are made worse when we believe lies about ourselves.
Unveiled is always there for me when I feel down about life. When I go to Instagram, it's usually the account I most look forward seeing because it reminds me that I don't love myself enough and gives me something to work on. It reminds me that it will get better and it's given me a community of friends that are loyal and encouraging.
Unveiled came into my life right as I was getting out of an extremely abusive relationship. It meant so much to me being able to have a place where there were other people going through what I was going through. Being a part of Unveiled has helped me to realize that my worth is NOT determined by what I experienced in that relationship. Since learning to love myself again with Unveiled, I’m finally in a healthy, loving, stable relationship that I see lasting for a very long time.
Not good enough. Not smart enough. Not talented enough. Not beautiful enough. Not athletic enough. Not outgoing enough. Not brave enough. Not strong enough. Never enough. These were the lies I defined myself by for years. I spent the greater part of middle and high school feeling like I was never good enough. I didn’t really have any true friends. In fact I sat home alone every single weekend. I never went to football games or school dances because I never had anyone to go with. Every year I worried about who I was going to sit with at lunch. I felt alone and invisible. Sometimes I wondered if anyone would even notice if I wasn’t there. I remember counting down the days until I never had to step foot in that high school again. Then I went home, where I had two sisters who were talented, smart, athletic, outgoing, and so beautiful. I believed that I was none of those things. I wasn’t as smart, I wasn’t as talented, I wasn’t as athletic, I wasn’t as outgoing, and I wasn’t as beautiful. I was never going to be as good as my sisters. They were so much alike and I was different. I didn’t fit in at school, and I didn’t fit in at home. I felt like I didn’t fit in anywhere. I was alone and invisible. I told myself these lies for years. I let the lies tear me down until I became the girl who hated herself. I hated who I was. If you had asked me back then to tell you something good about myself, I couldn’t have. To me, there was nothing good. I was never going to be good enough. Then one day, I was inspired by a story. A story of someone who faced adversity and pain just like I had. A story of someone who never gave up on a dream, unlike me. And in that moment I realized that I could do the same. I could let go of the things that had held me back for so many years. I decided to believe that I was good enough. That my dreams weren’t too far out of reach. That I didn’t have to define myself based on the lies I had been telling myself for years. I decided to look at my strengths rather than my flaws. I decided that I was beautiful in my own way. That I was talented and I could pursue my dreams. That I was smart. And I let these beliefs help me fly rather than being brought down by all the lies I had been telling myself for so long. Today I am unveiled. I wish I could go back and tell that girl in high school that she is good enough. That she is talented, smart, and beautiful. I wish I could tell her that there is so much more to life than what you think and feel in high school, because there is. I may not have reached all my dreams yet, but I know that I am one step closer to them just by believing I can. I am good enough. I am smart enough. I am talented enough. I am beautiful enough. I am unveiled.