I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought after the election, my timeline on Facebook would be done with politics. Boy was I wrong. It was relentlessly toxic, and unexpectedly so.
I was in a funk, so I did a thing.
I left Facebook.
January 29th is my daughter’s birthday. This year I took my usual picture next to her so she could see how much taller than me she is. Then I took one of her alone to commemorate her birthday. I usually post the pictures on Facebook and make a post for her. This year, I went to make the post and couldn’t. I was met with too much bickering, bad news, sad news, fear, anger…not too much good.
I saw one post wishing my daughter a happy birthday and thanked the person. I left any pages I was on. Then I deleted the page connected to my blog. I downloaded a tool to remove all my friends on my personal page. Finally, I deleted my account. When given the option to download my history, I declined. Downloading the history wasn’t immediate and I needed to leave right then. I was sad not to keep some things I had posted or saved over the years. However, I had to go!
About two weeks later, the funk was gone.
Since then, although I have felt so much better, I’ve thought about going back a couple of times. I want to keep up with family and certain other interests. However, as quickly as I have that thought, I dismiss it.
I’ll stick to my small presence on Instagram and Discord. Those spaces are better for me.
I’m so glad I did this. It was a hard thing, but I’ve felt so much better for doing the hard thing.
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