A while ago I noticed that my anxiety levels felt through the roof for no particular reason. My neck and shoulders were in a constant state of stiff or sore. I felt foggy brained and tight in the chest. Several times a day, I had to consciously tell myself to soften my jaw or remove my shoulders from my ears. I would sit down innocently enough to check something on Twitter or Facebook and lose an hour without realizing how or why. My motivation began to deplete. I wasn’t getting anything of value done and still managed to feel like I’d run a marathon at the end of the day.
When I started my sobriety journey two years ago, social media (Twitter specifically) became a haven for me. Twitter, you say? Indeed. I created a totally new account for my blog and carefully curated my following list so that I was only interacting with other members of the sober community and thought leaders in the […]
When I first got sober, the comments section on social media became my new drug of choice.
Social media became a form of anti-meditation for me, where I maintained a singular focus on what can only be described as the worst parts of humanity. (I’m looking at you, Twitter.)