By Staff Writer: Kayla Reichenbach
The internet used to be a place we visited briefly before logging off. Now it’s a constant presence, always connected, always stimulated. And let me tell you, it’s exhausting.
For years, social media was fun and creative for me. I shared my photography, connected with friends, and built a Bookstagram, a type of Instagram account dedicated to sharing book-related content like reviews, recommendations, and aesthetic book photos. But somewhere along the way, it shifted. Instead of creativity, I was doomscrolling, the act of compulsively scrolling through negative or distressing news and content, often without realizing how much time has passed. Instead of connection, I was comparing myself to others. The pressure to be constantly available, to respond immediately, to present my life a certain way, became overwhelming.
As someone who struggles with anxiety and people-pleasing, I realized social media was impacting my mental health. My attention span was shrinking, and I wasn’t making time for things I actually enjoyed. So I deleted the apps from my phone. I didn’t delete my accounts entirely. I still check them on my computer occasionally, but removing them from my phone created much-needed boundaries.
At first, it felt strange. I’d instinctively reach for Instagram, only to remember it wasn’t there. But then, something happened. I started reading more, revisiting old hobbies, and feeling more present in my life.
This isn’t to say social media is all bad. It has its benefits. But for me, it had become more of a burden than a tool. Setting boundaries helped me regain focus, creativity, and a sense of calm. I feel lighter without constant notifications pulling me in, and I’ve realized that real life happens outside of a screen, not within it.