Social media, mental health, and strategies to avoid overusing it

This beautifully written and well-created post couldn’t stop me from reblogging it. One of the kinds that I was looking for.

Scarlett's BPD Corner

This is probably one of the most talked about issues right now. Most people love social media. Sharing pictures, liking, commenting. It feels like socializing. You get in touch with people that are far away or close by. It’s fun and a time waster. It’s addictive. Every notification is a dopamine spike. We get hooked and spend more and more time on it. Too tired to do something productive, it’s easy to just scroll through Facebook or Instagram.

It’s an artificial world, where everyone is happy and on their best behavior. Or not but we are always in PR mode. “Look at this beautiful place”, “Look at this wonderful food”. If you’re not in the best place right now, it’s better not to be on Facebook or other toxic social media sites.

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Today’s Depiction

Gone are the times,

When pictures cherished memories.

Now they are customary,

Yet moments are forgotten.

The aromas that once gladdened us,

Have consigned to oblivion,

And relishes are buried in agile.

May the delight fill back in place,

And may the custom be forgotten.

Smile wider, laugh louder,

Before we grab a click to add on,

To a hundred stories on Instagram.

Happier are the moments,

When the drills are bygone. 🌸

Abstracts

Crying inside me are the rattles,

That has shaken me in the past.

I have walked past the ruffles,

Into my own island, with haste.

I was over it, have found me back,

Brought me home, kept me warm.

Things appear toppled to me now,

Tired of battling with self, at this time.

Could see me falling apart again,

But no reason, for now, I see.

Growing in me is the rage,

That was left forgotten once.

I find the despicable ones,

Heading to me, with a dagger.

They leave me no good,

They leave me no tranquil,

They ain’t gonna leave me alone.

Cluttered I stay, in my own thoughts,

Bestrewed in my own trashes.

Help me find my way to myself,

The melange has subdued me,

And I find no way for me.

Never Too Old

This is all about connecting my yesterday to me more than a decade ago. I have been in search of the road to my happiness again, to go back to my childhood, toys, colors, and unlimited fun. Do we have to be kids to do all that we want? Have we all preloaded our brain with ’to-do for the adults’ and ‘only for kids’ things? Probably we all have. We have sealed our dreams of childhood into a box of blissful memories and we don’t want to add to it or we rather don’t try to.

Last week was my pre-finals time and I have been exhausted rushing through pages after pages and not finishing my lessons. The weary week also had my practical exams.

I had to give my PSM practical, last day. I had a Pediatrics case to present, a 3-year-old mischievous boy. While I was taking his history from his grandmother he was trying to grab everything I had, my answer booklet, my stethoscope, my instruments. After I was done with it, I was to examine the child. I started playing with the child to grab his attention. Very soon, I forgot it was my exam and I was lost in the child’s giggles and play.

Life is as simple as this. A 3-year-old boy who was no one to me made my day and pulled me out through all the exasperation. While I see the kid inside me regaining its birth, slowly, rendering me breezy, I could see my devil-may-care attitude growing inside. I choose to remain in unwoken, conceiving that I am not too old to be kiddish.

I am not too old to be kiddish.

As a child, I have always dreamt of growing up, being independent, talk about great matters, and do my chores alone. But now I find a mirage here. Going to my childhood is my new dream and to keep dreaming the same way.

May you all know this, no one is too old to be kiddish and to do things that you want to. Unleash your maturity. Adulthood is a chain at times, bounding you into an old hat. Liberate yourself and foster the mischievous kid in you.

Thank you for reading 🌸