My husband was pronounced dead at 10:12 am on February 4, 2017. At 7:08 pm, I shared the news on Facebook.

Logistics aside, Facebook also offered an outlet to share my grief. In the disorienting weeks and months after Jamie died, I’d go online to process my emotions, sharing how overwhelmed and alone I felt. As comments started rolling in, I’d feel a little less overwhelmed and a lot less alone. Grieving left me exhausted and averse to spending time with friends, but I worried about becoming isolated. Facebook allowed me to stay connected when I was too heartbroken to do much else.

Before long, I joined a Facebook group that became my saving grace.

Whether in private groups or on my personal page, I’ve learned so much from being vulnerable on a platform designed for cheery surface-level life updates.

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