Switching Off

I have just taken the rather drastic step of deleting Instagram and Facebook from my phone and I already I feel lighter.

Over the past few weeks – and the past few days especially – I have found myself mindlessly scrolling, spending far too much time chasing an undefined post or reel that would scratch my mind itch. And lately, with all the bleak news following Trump’s inauguration, my feeds have felt like a constant barrage of doom.

I realised I needed to protect myself. Not by burying my head in the sand but by taking control over what I let into my mind and how I spend my time. So, I hit delete. I know that this will most likely be a temporary situation – at some point, I am bound to reinstall – but for now, I can check and post using my main computer if I really want to. There is just something about my phone that means that I can lose minutes and hours and I always feel worse for it.

So, for now, I’m enjoying the quiet. More books, more walks, more writing. Less doomscrolling, less anxiety.