Member-only story
My Divorce From Facebook
I’ve finally left that toxic environment.
It’s been happening for a while.
I’ve been tired of Facebook.
I’ve been tired of being worried about what to post. The fear of the backlash of my personal opinions. The knowing that whatever I post, will be twisted around to feed somebody else's interpretation, in a way that feeds their fear and hate narrative.
In fact, I rarely have posted anything controversial in the past couple of years. I tried to only post happy, uplifting, and inspiring memes, and of course, shared my photos and stories from our travels.
Facebook was the platform where I had the most followers, so I reasoned that it deserved the most attention. Of course, with this lifestyle that we are living, one hopes that the audience that we build on these platforms will eventually turn into paying customers of some sort.
But with Facebook, that isn’t the case at all, and it has taken me 4 years of desperately trying, to finally realize that it is a lost cause. In those 4 years I have felt like I have been screaming from the rooftops for support. And the sad thing is that most of my followers are close friends and family from back in Canada. They are the people that we would hope would support us. But it doesn’t seem to be the case.
