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  About Amy Hello, I'm Amy, an aspiring motorsports writer and former blogger.  If you dig deeper enough, you find some very old blog posts, as this started as a book blog, but that's really where I got my start in writing: book reviews, hot book topics and as well as the odd personal essay.  After leaving university, I left the book blog behind, but continued writing and going in the world of social media, writing film reviews and promoting queer cinema, but after a tragic event in my personal life, I quickly discovered Motorsports.  What started as a love for Formula 1, while finally watching the Formula 1 film, Rush, and discovering Formula 1 TikTok, this love soon expanded to everything Formula E, IndyCar, Formula 2, Formula 3, as well as F1 Academy.  I soon found the itch to write come back, with the fast-moving news of motorsport, to the drama, the competition, and the journey of drivers trying to find a race seat. I found that it was the people and storie...

Losing Contact and Coming Back: My Social Media Journey

So this seems like the right way to start this series as I have been putting it off for so long. I started to think about the idea in July but as you can see I didn't really write it.

I guess this really explains my whole blog post but it is a little bit complex than that.

So all of it started when I got my job about a year and a half ago. Before that, I would spend hours and hours on social media just browsing and browsing and partaking in the odd twitter chat and talking to people sometimes but then it changed.

I was and still am working 3 or 4 days a week, 8 hour days with a half an hour break and spending a lot less time on social media. I was treating my time on there looking at memes and looking at Instagram rather than continuously refreshing my twitter feed.

I was still blogging but less than I was before. It felt like while I wasn't there everything had changed and I was trying to find a way back in but I couldn't.

I think it was this that made it so hard to keep up. The world that I had found so much comfort in before I had been out of the loop that when I wanted to say something it was different. I wasn't the same as I was before online.

I think that I was also going through so many changes in real life that meant than putting myself online felt different. It was too much for my brain to handle. Keeping up with two different worlds it seems is a lot harder than it looks.

As I mentioned in my first post, my mental health hasn't been that great so of course, for months I did not want to put my struggles online. It was too much for real life so I went off the grid.

I think for me it is a weird thing to 'come back' because I was never really gone I was always there but no one could see. I think that I know what I want to use social media for and I think that I have honestly lost interest in likes and how many followers I have. I just want to be me and be myself while keeping up with the bookish news and doing this because let's face it, I like and I want to do it.

So I'm sorry this is a bit of a mess but I hope that it makes some sense...

See you soon,

Amy 

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