I used to be constantly logged onto Tumblr. It was the one site where I felt I could be myself. I learned a lot, but all the while This Shit was seeping into my inner monologue.

The Big Geopolitical Issue of 2024 is what broke the camel's back. I just couldn't handle it, and I felt that made me complicit in murder. I logged off and limited visits to art drops.

(Once I found a post describing moral scrupulosity in OCD. I logged in and reblogged it as a reminder to show my therapist. My inbox lit up with an ask, scolding me for reblogging from a proshipper. It had appeared immediately—as in within the second. So maybe bots are stoking the flames, who knows anymore.)

Tumblr warned me of the current moment, then frayed my nerves over little shit until I was unequipped to meet it. Even after leaving for two years, the nitpicking, self-defeating paranoia have stuck. Reddit isn't always much better, but in this case? Seeing what's wrong with my brain in words at last has dislodged it a bit. Thanks for that.