First, I realize the hypocrisy of drawing you to this blog post by linking to it on my Facebook feed. The alternative was texting or messaging everyone like a fake boss asking for $150 in Apple gift cards. (If you know, you know. If you did it, I get it.) So until I can convince everyone to give me their email address voluntarily, I’ll have to use social media to publish these ramblings. What’s that, you want to give me your email so I can send out links to my new posts? GREAT, look for the SUBSCRIBE button here.
Now, let me climb back onto my soap box.
I sounded pretty confident in my last post about mom guilt but the reality is that these posts are more like mantras than truths for me. I write about things I’m still learning and trying to internalize, not things that I’ve mastered and know without a doubt. A couple weeks ago, I began to recognize that social media is the most formidable antagonist to every mantra I have.
One day in particular, Lucy and I had spent the day around the house. In the backyard repotting plants, on a bike ride through the neighborhood, and crafting a card for a friend. I felt in my element as a mom! We were vibing! Then I opened up Instagram and a friend (honestly more like acquaintance ) had taken their kid to the beach. My immediate thought wasn’t Wow what a beautiful day to go to the beach! or Looks like they had so much fun! My immediate thought was, Why didn’t I take Lucy to the beach? I should have taken Lucy to the beach.
For once, I had the clarity to stop myself and respond Huh? You had a great day, Liz! What’s your deal? as I slowly put down the phone. While I’ve been working on my thought processes, I realized I was still allowing behaviors that worked against them. Compulsively checking social media for mom influencer ideas and what friends are up to does NOT align with giving myself grace.
So here we are. Four weeks into having no social media apps on my phone. My accounts still exist, and I can log into them on my computer if I need to. The impact has been, and I’m not even kidding, astounding.
Here’s what I’ve noticed since I deleted Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter (forever refusing to call it X) from my phone:
In the first week, I picked up my phone WAY too often to check for notifications or to unlock it even without a notification. My friend called it “ghost scrolling” like Instagram was a phantom limb.
By week two, I started to leave my phone in other rooms and now lose it at least once a day.
I’m actually reading all the email newsletters in my inbox and clicking through to read full articles. I forgot long-form, thoughtful content existed! I forgot how much I like reading about the details instead of being force-fed the summary by an account whose primary purpose is to grow, not inform.
When I’m with Lucy, I rarely pick up my phone much less know where it is. When I’m with Liam, I bug him with annoying questions like “Would you still love me if I was an HDMI cord?” instead of spamming him with reels he’s probably already seen.
Since I’m not sharing photos or updates on my Instagram stories, when I take a memorable photo, I actually text it to friends instead of just hoping they see it on Instagram. This has even been reciprocated, and I’m receiving more photos directly from the source than ever.
I swear I have more time in my day. Logically, I know that I have just freed up 1-2 hours of time by not mindlessly scrolling Musk memes.
Finally, Liam also deleted his social media apps. About two weeks in, after laughing until we cried about something stupid, we said to each other, “Do you feel more happy?” Yup. “Do you think it’s because we aren’t on social media?” Yup.
My attitude towards everything has improved. There’s some really simple science behind that. When you scroll through social media, your brain gets a hit of dopamine with each change in content. (Yes, this is the same rewards system that drugs use to flood your system with good vibes.) Your brain gets used to this hit and starts to prefer it. So the more you consume 30-second Reels, the less tolerant you become of longer, more in-depth content. Eventually, you hate reading full articles, and any video over 60 seconds feels endless. That’s not because it isn’t worth your time. That’s because your brain is seeking the easiest route to dopamine. This behavior and reward system then bleeds into other areas of your life, and expediency becomes your preference for everything. I didn’t realize how impatient I’d become with Lucy until I wasn’t anymore. (Well, okay, I’m not the pinnacle of patience now, but I’m improved.)
I thought I would miss so many things about social media apps. Researching local date spots, getting inspiration for toddler crafts, and tracking the day-to-day shenanigans of old friends in foreign places. Shockingly, I can do all those things in other ways, on my own time, when I have the mental capacity to initiate them. Social media is often a constant barrage of unwanted information. Just because the algorithm knows what you like doesn’t mean it knows what you want or when you need it.
Honestly, you might not need therapy. You might just need to delete the social media apps from your phone. If you try it, please let me know and text me some photos instead.