Why Come Back to Social Media?

Reflection on slowing down and returning to social media with a clearer heart and grounded purpose.

Some people go to Bali to find themselves. I just went offline.

It wasn’t planned like a spiritual retreat; it was more like that moment when your brain says, “Enough. Out. Breathe.” I had meant to start on July 25, because you know, I like numbers that are easy to remember. But that night, July 20, felt right. So I pulled the plug.

I thought I’d miss it. But the first week felt like getting out of a noisy mall and realizing you can actually hear your own footsteps again.

Without notifications, my mornings stretched longer. My brain felt less like a browser with 73 open tabs. I started writing again, at least 1000 words a day. Not for others, but for me. It felt like journaling with no audience, no filters, no pressure to make it “perform.”

I fed my mind with things that built me up instead of drained me out.

Truth is, the hiatus did what it needed to do. I had time to think, really think, about what kind of person I am online. I used to post because I felt like I had to. The algorithm whispers: stay visible or be forgotten. But that’s not living. That’s performing.

During my quiet days, I remembered the joy of doing things without telling anyone. Meeting good friends and not taking any photo. Watching sunsets and not worrying if the lighting was “golden hour” enough.

Waiting for sunset at the scorching hot PIK2

So why come back now?

When I finally posted my comeback on Instagram, one follower made this guest:

If I were to guess from the clues,
I think during your hiatus you took time to recharge.
Maybe reflecting, rereading your favorite book (probably something about Michelle Obama), and staying away from distractions to be more mindful.
Why come back now?
I'd say it's related to the song "she rises and she glows", it has that strong vibe, like you've just gone through a meaningful phase that made you shine brighter from within 🌞🤍
Welcome back, Mbaaa 😊

I come back now because it feels different. Not like returning to the same playground, but stepping into a new season: more grounded, more honest, more me.

Social media isn’t the villain here. It’s the mirror.

Coming back this time, I don’t want to post just to fill the silence. I want to tell stories that breathe. Stories about life, faith, womanhood, growth, laughter, and those moments when everything falls apart, but somehow find grace to rebuild.

I think that’s what “she rises and she glows” really means.

It’s not about having it all together or curating a perfect grid. It’s about carrying your light again, even when it flickered for a while. And I hope the light I carry can make you feel less alone in your journey.

So, to everyone who’s ever taken a break, or wanted to: I see you.

Sometimes pausing isn’t losing momentum. It’s refueling your soul for the next chapter.

Sometimes you just need to walk away long enough to clean your reflection before you can face it again.

—

Thursday, October 23, 2025

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