I’ve written hundreds of blogs since I first created this website, fifteen years ago. Before entering grad school and becoming a therapist, I spent twenty years in the food service industry. So, for my first year of blogging, I posted recipes. Food was what I knew.
I’ve since removed those early posts, in favor of more “psychologically-oriented” blogs. Over the years, who I am has seeped out through my words. I eventually went on to write for online periodicals such as MindBodyGreen, NoSidebar and The Medium, further revealing my point of view.
For those who have followed what I write, you know I have a conflicted relationship with technology. I’ve never owned a cell phone or had a Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram, or TikTok account. Though, for a short while, I did have a Facebook account. Like all addictions, it was great in the beginning, providing a solid hit of dopamine whenever I wanted. And, like all addictions, it didn’t take long for it to control me.
Do I fear missing out? Sometimes. Do I feel disconnected from friends? More than I care to admit. And there are moments I question whether the rewards I claim are worth it. It can take days for a friend to respond to an email. Also, it hasn’t gone unnoticed, that talking on the phone has become something of a phobia.
Then something comes along, reminding me why I have chosen to live a (somewhat) tech-free life. This documentary on Netflix is one of them. Yes, I have a bias. Yes, I would like everyone to be more mindful in their use of social media. But this documentary goes beyond that. It speaks to what is happening to the very fabric of our society.