Breaking Free from Facebook: My Battle with Addiction

Facebook.

Reconnecting with the past made facebook exciting.

Nostalgia and reminiscing brought a smile to my face as I scrolled through your life, and you commented on mine.

We watched our children grow up, careers rise and fall, relationships begin and end.

We told silly jokes, debated movies, and sports. We participated in silly trends and played silly games.

Yet, somewhere through the years, I lost the path and the purpose behind joining in the first place.

I became insulted if your life didn’t align with mine. I was disappointed that someone I never really knew was not the self created image in my mind.

Enjoyment became frustration. Frustration altered my ego. My ego squashed my joy.

And the addiction took over. The need to scroll, to refresh. To feed my ego.

Scrolling altered my mood. It changed my stress level. It pulled my focus from life outside of the smart box I was attached to.

I’ve wanted to leave for a long time, but I didn’t have the courage.

I needed that feeling of community. That feeling that I would say something and people would listen or respond.

Even the people I barely knew or never met.

And maybe I’m just feeling defeated. Because I am.

Maybe I’m hiding for a little while from the world we are about to enter.

But maybe I’m not hiding. Maybe I’m releasing myself from the chains of my own making and focusing on the more important things in my life.

I’m a facebook addict for a product that is increasingly becoming darker and controlling.

Maybe the world won’t be as dark as I think it will. Maybe things will change.

But Meta? It’s time to step away.