Audrey Scott | Feb. 13, 2026 Photo by Rocco Fonseca | The Triangle In 2024, I deleted Instagram. While this was not an easy step, I had only had the app for a year and a half in comparison to many other 20-year-olds who have been on Instagram for nearly a decade. To me, this step was necessary as all of the negative repercussions of social media that we are warned of became actualized in my life. Years-long friendships were damaged when I forgot to post stories on birthdays. I would find myself unconsciously refreshing the app for more content even after I had seen what I wanted, and I was constantly comparing my life to the pictures I saw people posting and feeling bad about myself — even when I knew it was merely a fraction of their real lives. While I experienced the sensation of trying to open an app that was no longer there, I experienced no other “withdrawal” symptoms. Overall, I was thrilled to be rid of the platform and felt freed from a level of overthinking that was present the entire time I had the app. Only a few months later, however, I began to
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