Social Media Reset
The algorithm survived just fine without me
Why did I do a social media reset?
Because I know myself. And because I’m dramatic.
I’ve called myself a social media addict before, half-joking, half-not. The reflex to reach for my phone the second there’s a lull. The quiet need to know things. To witness. To be witnessed.
So at the start of this year, instead of setting aggressive, sun-drenched New Year goals, I decided to think seasonally. January to March would be winter goals. Hibernation goals. Turn inward. Consume less. Speak less. Observe more.
The world felt loud and I wanted quiet. Logging off felt aligned with that. If bears can sleep through winter, surely I can survive without Instagram.
Or so I thought. The first three days felt like a month.
I was suddenly alone. Or so it seemed. I felt cut off, which is absurd when you consider that anyone I love is a phone call away. News still exists without reels. The group chats didn’t evaporate.
But Instagram is my favourite way of “knowing.” It’s my curated newspaper, my social calendar, my voyeuristic window into everyone else’s lives. Removing it felt like standing in an empty room after a party.
Week one was uncomfortable. I missed people I only know online. I missed collectives and corners of the internet that feel oddly intimate. I missed being in the loop.
And then something softened.
The urgency faded. My hands stopped reaching automatically. I wasn’t calmer exactly, but I was less fragmented. My thoughts felt like they belonged to me instead of being shaped in response to what I had just consumed.
Eventually, I caved.
Work required a post. So I logged in “briefly.” The lie we tell ourselves.
I checked my messages. A couple of new follows. Nothing earth-shattering. Nothing urgent. The algorithm carried on beautifully without me.
I scrolled my feed. Nothing happened.
The mundanity of it all was almost insulting. The world didn’t pause. It didn’t explode. It didn’t evolve into something unrecognizable in my absence. It just… continued.
And I hadn’t missed a thing.
That was the real revelation.
Social media is fun. It’s creative. It can feel collaborative and expressive and even connective. It can introduce you to ideas and aesthetics and people you wouldn’t otherwise encounter.
But it is not essential.
It is not oxygen.
It does not define you.
Your life is happening whether you document it or not. Your relevance does not increase with engagement. Your worth does not fluctuate with views.
I didn’t come out of this reset enlightened or anti-internet. I still enjoy it. I will still use it. But I now know I can step away — and the world, both digital and real, will keep turning.
Quietly.
Without witness.
And that feels strangely powerful.


Beautiful. I'm making real efforts to disconnect myself from social media this year. It is working. I'm feeling much of what you've described here. ❤️