Why I Deleted My Instagram Account

Ever since the global quarantine started, my personal life shifted online heavily. Even though keeping in touch with people is great, I realised that these virtual relationships take away emotionally equally to the real ones, but offer little in return. At some point I found myself emotionally connected to my phone to the degree that was not acceptable anymore.

I let great moments slip away from me, thinking too much about how they would look on Instagram.

I couldn’t stand an unhealthy desire to show everyone how awesome my life is, I started measuring the quality of my weekends by the amount of awesome pics I can post.

I couldn’t stop stalking on other people’s lives, people who didn’t necessarily want me to. Sometimes it would send me on an emotional rollercoaster that was drawing from my non-renewable sources.

I live in three time zones, every morning it took about an hour to catch up on everything that happened on IG overnight. I just can’t afford to waste so much of my most productive time of the day.

As somebody who travels a lot, building relationships is hard already. I don’t want the virtual ones to take away from the reality anymore.

My work is online. I want my life here and now. I’m taking a break until I find a better way to use it.