I Quit Social Media to Quiet the Noise 🗣️

I Couldn’t Hear Myself Think

One evening after work, I found myself doing what I had done hundreds of times before — curled up on the couch, thumb mindlessly moving from one post to the next. Vacation photos. New homes. Engagement announcements. Business wins. Fitness transformations. None of it was inherently bad, but by the time I put my phone down, I felt worse than when I picked it up. I wasn’t inspired. I wasn’t learning. I wasn’t building.

I was comparing.

Comparing my accomplishments, my finances, my relationship, my goals, and my progress against people living completely different lives on completely different timelines. That’s when it hit me: social media wasn’t just taking my time — it was shaping my thoughts. And I wasn’t sure I liked where they were going.

I Was Consuming Everything and Feeding Nothing

For years, social media had genuinely served me. I discovered new skills, found motivation, and felt connected to women who were building something. I had real reverence for the boldness it took to share your process publicly.

But somewhere along the way, something shifted.

My priorities were changing in real life — I was searching for a new opportunity, learning new skills, feeling a deep pull toward something different professionally and personally. I had entered a new season. And the content that once motivated me started to feel hollow. Life had gotten heavy with day-to-day demands, and instead of filling me up after work, the scroll was draining whatever was left.

The final straw came when I realized my mood was being decided for me before I even had a chance to choose it myself. Whatever the algorithm served first thing in the morning set the tone for my entire day. After a few too many of those mornings, I decided I needed a break.

I Didn’t Plan to Quit. I Just Got Tired.

I deleted each app from my phone — all except TikTok. That one gave me pause. It warned me that my videos would be deleted, including drafts, and I wasn’t ready to lose the memories of me and my cousins doing trending dances over holiday breaks — all the failed attempts that led to the one good take. So TikTok stayed until, I had a moment to back up the videos to the cloud. Everything else went.

I told myself seven days. A mental detox. Nothing dramatic.

What I didn’t expect was how automatic the behavior had become. The first few days I kept reaching for apps that were no longer there — in between tasks, after sending a text, during commercials. It was built into my rhythm without me ever choosing it. About a month in, I stopped putting a timeline on it altogether. I didn’t want to create a finish line that had nothing to do with how I actually felt.

Indefinitely felt more honest.

What the Silence Showed Me

I was surprised by how much time I suddenly had.

The first few days I filled it with small things around the house — tasks I had been walking past for weeks. Then came the journaling. Then the audiobooks. The journaling especially caught me off guard. Those first entries were pure brain dump — thoughts I had been suppressing just to get through the day finally had somewhere to go. After a while I started looking forward to it. I’d have a thought mid-afternoon and feel excited to write it down later. A small reframe. A kind thing my partner did just because. A quiet moment of gratitude I would have otherwise scrolled right past.

Silence gave me access to myself again.

And somewhere in that stillness, I started hearing something else too. Not an audible voice — just a quiet, steady presence I had been too distracted to notice. God had been trying to get my attention for a while. The silence finally gave Him room.

Still Trying to Reclaim My Time

These days, I journal about three times a week and I genuinely look forward to it. I go looking for the good things — intentionally. I have plenty of critiques, complaints, and disappointments to write about if I want to. But I’ve made a choice to seek the positive first.

I listen to sermons and podcasts on things that matter to me now. I finish audiobooks. I sit with my thoughts instead of running from them. And when hard things happen — disappointments, sad news, the inevitable frustrations of being a grown woman with real responsibilities — I don’t have an automatic escape hatch anymore. I have to actually feel it. Process it. Move through it.

Honestly? That’s made me stronger than I expected.

The simplicity feels like exhaling. I feel less rushed between tasks. More tuned in to my own emotions. More present in my own life. I thought I was giving something up when I quit social media. What I was actually doing was making room for what mattered most.

And yes — I still enjoy a good “cheat session” when my partner wants to show me something funny on his feed. 😄

🎧 In My Headphones:

Apple Music Wellbeing — Spa

The Invitation

What would you hear if you finally got quiet enough to listen?

From June 1st through the 15th, I’ll be intentionally seeking silence — restoring some simplicity right as life kicks back into full gear at midyear. My intention this quarter is simple: Obedience over Outcome.

If you’ve been feeling the pull to slow down, to reclaim your mornings, to stop letting the algorithm decide your mood — consider this your invitation.

Come get quiet with me. Reclaim your mental real estate.

Fast. Pray. Bloom. 🌸