I dropped my posting streak.

Consciously.

After tweeting for almost 300 days straight, my social media addiction took over my life again.

I opened 𝕏 to check the numbers obsessively.

My mood rose and fell with every like and retweet.

I postponed the most important tasks because it was “content creation time.”

And let’s not even mention the endless stream of success stories, struggles, numbers, hype, or the pressure to engage with others.

This is not how I want to live.

Social media is harmful to my mental health, and I don’t know how I managed to survive from March until December.

I needed a break.

One week, two weeks… Whatever to settle down a bit and recover.

The constant worry about the algorithm suppressing my posts and preventing people from seeing them was exhausting. I was so scared of losing reach that I didn’t stop sooner. But I HAD to stop.

I’m tired of playing this game.

I’m already under pressure because of tight money and pushing two SaaS. I can’t handle the added burden of my engagement metrics and amplify the existing stress.

(It’s not one’s fault but mine. My brain gets easily addicted to things.)

I ended up taking 20 days off.

I deleted the apps from my phone and used that free time to regain balance in my life—not to work more.

Life got easier.

I felt lighter and calm.

Present.

That’s a great feeling.

Then, yesterday, I got back on social media. You bet I’ll do my best not to get caught in streaks again.

Let’s see how it goes. 🤞