
I've had Facebook since I was 11 years old.
I remember my mother typing out my email address for me at the public library and then whispering in my ear to pick out a password "no one else in the world could ever guess." A password only I'd ever be privy to.
With sweaty hands, I typed out: "J3susL0vesM1." Satisfied with my decision, I surged forward.
The memory sticks out like a sore thumb, mostly because it is the beginning of everything for me — my foray into social media and then eventually my spiral into a social media addiction.
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I soon begged my mother for a phone, so I could check our messages regularly. Then I wanted to constantly take photos of myself and post them online so my friends might acknowledge how cool I was. When they didn't, I'd wonder what was wrong with me and how I could be better next time. Insecurity bred easily.
After Facebook came Instagram, then Tumblr and eventually I got Snapchat and Twitter (now known as X) too, so I wasn't out of the loop.
There have been other, more inconsequential social media apps I've downloaded, given my information to and then deleted after mere days or weeks of use. If there's a social media app, I've probably tried it.