There was a time when our emotional expressions were tied to our physical presence. We didn't have "angry faces" or "sad faces" to click on; we simply had our presence or our absence. Happiness was a social outburst, a celebration shared with whoever was in the room. Unhappiness, however, was a closed door. We isolated ourselves, convinced that our burdens were unique to us.

​Today, the wall between the private self and the public profile has crumbled. We are no longer afraid to be exposed. We use social media to process our nostalgia and our "inner points" of pain. In many ways, this is a breakthrough—it acts as a form of therapy that reminds us we aren't alone in our suffering.

​Yet, as we move from the era of "closure" to the era of "exposure," we have to ask: Does a comment from a stranger carry the same weight as the silence shared with a true friend? While the internet offers a platform, a close friend offers a "good ear."

For me, the quiet conversation remains the most powerful cure, but not everyone shares the same view and that is very normal.