Édaein O’Connell: This Christmas, every Instagram Story felt like a reminder of what I didn’t have

Scrolling through other people’s joyful social media feeds amplified my own grief and in the sadness I felt angry at others’ joy Doomscrolling is never a good idea. Stock image: Getty It was four days after Christmas. I was sitting in my car on Market Street in Listowel gesturing offensively at my phone. I had to remind myself I was in public. Like a fool with no attention span for anything except social media, I decided to scroll through Instagram. We were officially in the abhorrently weird limbo period between Christmas and New Year’s. Weeks were days, days were hours and hours were minutes. The only sweets left in the box of Celebrations were Bounties, a sign that the craic had well and truly left the festive period.
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