Dopamine, is one of the major neurotransmitters we all take for granted until our brain is no longer being fed the constant flow of approval in the form of "likes" on social media.
Loneliness is at an all time high in the collective. This year I have had a few souls I knew to take their life. For one reason or another they wanted to be done.
I reviewed in my thoughts if there were anyway I could have intervened or reached out but in a world that functions on likes and views, my voice wouldn't be heard.
I stepped in to a live stream a few months ago of a hurting soul on fb that was in his home with a loaded gun desperate to be seen. As he shook and tried to share how he was feeling , he would become angry if his stream was slow or the views went down. It became a virtual live show for his life. I looked into his soul and saw the terrified little boy inside him.
I reached into his heart and sent him the unconditional love of Christ. I was a tiny voice but I reached out. He needed to be heard and seen and he survived that night and is now getting the help he deserved.
This changed me.
Seeing his desperation to be seen and to have views, woke me up to the dangers we now face as we try to connect and be seen on social media. As I become older I lose interest in social media and the non stop dopamine fix we all get when someone likes our facebook/instagram posts. Dopamine inspires us to take actions to meet our needs and desires to be seen and loved by the masses. Persuasive technology is used to influence our behavior, and we are in it thick ! Social media makes it clear that you are either the product or the buyer. Never forget this.
I removed myself from all social media over a week ago. I have only checked in once to see if anyone who knew or read my posts noticed. I began to see how addicted I was to "likes" and how manipulated I felt from the process. I began daily making a choice to stay in every moment. I resisted pulling out my phone to post a pic of this or that or post a moment. I began being fully in the moment and I felt grief for choosing to not share it until the grief lifted and I saw it for what it was. I was carrying around a little dopamine stimulator in my pocket called an android smartphone.
Once I realized what I was doing to myself I powered off my phone. Instead of looking at what everyone else was doing with their life, I began living mine to the fullest.
When did our identity become wrapped up in what we post?
Who am I ?
I began journaling again.
I began sacred ritual again.
I picked up my guitar and began playing for the first time in years. I developed a daily ritual to stay mindful of who I am and what I offer. Standing in my power without an audience.
Standing nude under the moon light without filters or a pic to post. Living in each moment, every color, scent and frequency.
My identity without the need for others approval is priceless .