Prezly Writes

Lately, I’ve realized something uncomfortable.

I am less creative.
Not because I have nothing to say.
Not because I have stopped caring.
But because my brain is never quiet.

I spend hours on my phone. Scrolling. Watching. Absorbing. Filtering. My mind is constantly processing information, most of it useless, disposable, forgettable. My attention is fragmented into pieces too small to build anything meaningful.

Sometimes social media inspires me. It did once. It even pushed me to write my first novella. So I can’t pretend it’s purely destructive. It can spark ideas. It can connect people. It can expose us to beauty.

But that is not what happens most of the time.

Most of the time, we consume.
Endlessly.
And the worst part is not the content itself. It’s the addiction. The automatic movement of the thumb. The invisible hook that pulls you into ten more videos after the first one. You watch one meaningless clip and suddenly your feed becomes a loop of similar ones. The algorithm doesn’t ask what matters to you. It asks what keeps you there.

I sometimes tell myself it’s rest.

“It’s okay. I need a break.”

But it doesn’t feel like rest. It feels like sedation.
Not peace. Pause.
It numbs my mind instead of letting it breathe. It fills every empty space that creativity needs in order to exist. There is no boredom left. No silence. No wandering thoughts. No room for something original to rise.

Creativity requires emptiness.
And social media eliminates emptiness.

I try to curate my feed carefully. I follow people who inspire me, who share my interests, who speak to the parts of me I want to grow. But the truth is that the system is not built for intentionality. One harmless video shifts everything. The algorithm widens the door. And before you realize it, you are no longer choosing. You are being guided.

People say the solution is to delete everything.
I don’t think it’s that simple.
Social media is also how we connect. How we promote our work. How we exist in this generation. I use it to share my writing. To build something. To reach others.

The problem is not its existence.
The problem is the dosage.
And I am the first one who needs to reduce it.
Not because social media is evil.

But because my mind deserves air.