Marching into March

Dear Walter,

It's 1:15pm. I'm sitting at the laptop typing this. My hands are like ice-cubes. I have a blanket on my lap and a cup of tea beside me. Now I know why I only write to you on my phone; it's warmer. That's a great segue to this first blog post.

When I wake up tomorrow it will be March and I will not open Facebook. I've made a decision to ditch it while I work on my mental health. Sounds simple enough, but it's not. I spend a LOT of time on my phone. Like, my phone is rarely in a room without me. I convinced myself it was because of my involvement with cat rescue. I *need* to be on there in case a cat needs help. Spoiler alert: NO I DON'T.

Coming to this decision has really helped ease my mind, which is saying a lot considering how uneased it's been for the last 2 years. I only made the stress/Facebook connection a few weeks ago. I was reading a comment in a post and it made my hands sweat. I blamed my general health and kept scrolling. Another post, another comment, more sweat, but this time it was literally running down my sides. Lightbulb moment.

It's FACEBOOK doing this. Instagram makes me smile, TikTok makes me laugh, Twitter makes me bored. Facebook makes me... okay it actually doesn't MAKE ME do anything. When I am scrolling Facebook I am inundated with everybody's opinions. My favourite quote is "What other people think of you is none of your business" but this is a whole other thing. I don't want to know THEIR business. It's too much! I can barely handle my own business these days. So, I'm breaking up with Facebook. We'll probably get back together eventually so I can quote Ross from Friends and yell "WE WERE ON A BREAK!"

As I navigate this detox I'm going to need your support. Is there room for me in your box? Hold me.