This morning I asked God to send me some signs about getting off Instagram. Lol. I used to starve myself to numb anxiety. This was before anyone knew the name for that disorder. I eventually developed a few healthier coping mechanisms but still struggle with a vague anxiety about productivity. I admire a lot of creators but also notice more anxiety about book sales, what I wear, gathering content for a quick fix of dopamine. I’m inches away from leaving it behind. Thanks for this. 🩵
You and I both signed out about the same time I think. It was a relief to be cut off from the incredible amount of connectivity I was suffering from. And yes, I maintain that this level of connection is a thing to suffer from. Humans aren’t meant to know everything everywhere all of the time. We aren’t miniature gods. Mi fleas scrolling it may be, but our eyes and subconscious still take a lot of it in. It works on your nerves like a fungus. It feels like a hug at first but soon turns into a straight jacket.
Lovely reflection. I've taken the middle-ground with leaving Instagram so far, but may go all the way at some point...in the meantime, I find it's not just consuming the endless content there, but also my own posting tends to be hard on my mental health. It changes the way I think, which I find spooky. So, I've chosen to just post to IG when I share something on Substack - it serves just as a signpost for me, and somehow haing that protocol takes away the need to stay "in the know" on everything.
This morning I asked God to send me some signs about getting off Instagram. Lol. I used to starve myself to numb anxiety. This was before anyone knew the name for that disorder. I eventually developed a few healthier coping mechanisms but still struggle with a vague anxiety about productivity. I admire a lot of creators but also notice more anxiety about book sales, what I wear, gathering content for a quick fix of dopamine. I’m inches away from leaving it behind. Thanks for this. 🩵
You and I both signed out about the same time I think. It was a relief to be cut off from the incredible amount of connectivity I was suffering from. And yes, I maintain that this level of connection is a thing to suffer from. Humans aren’t meant to know everything everywhere all of the time. We aren’t miniature gods. Mi fleas scrolling it may be, but our eyes and subconscious still take a lot of it in. It works on your nerves like a fungus. It feels like a hug at first but soon turns into a straight jacket.
Lovely reflection. I've taken the middle-ground with leaving Instagram so far, but may go all the way at some point...in the meantime, I find it's not just consuming the endless content there, but also my own posting tends to be hard on my mental health. It changes the way I think, which I find spooky. So, I've chosen to just post to IG when I share something on Substack - it serves just as a signpost for me, and somehow haing that protocol takes away the need to stay "in the know" on everything.