It’s taken me 45 years to rebuild my self-esteem since it broke off from the iceberg of my soul like a fragile, frozen splinter at the tender age of 13. So why do I continue to undermine my self-confidence on a daily basis? When will I learn to identify and steer clear of toxicity before it infiltrates my life and establishes itself in my mind every single morning?
I gave up Facebook in 2024 and successfully limited my Instagram to recipe videos and ab workout hacks. I lost TikTok, got it back, and then deleted it. And yet, it’s still not enough to keep my spirit in the light.
Goodbye, New York Times Mini-Crossword, and your timer from hell. Take your cohorts, Wordle and Connections, with you. Fuck all ya’ll.
Today, I choose me.
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