Not until I learn to remind myself of how little the opinions of others matter in deciding who I become in life will my social media addiction be entirely cured. It's not my use of the websites that trouble me, but my dependence on them to make me feel whole.
Being disconnected from the Internet, whether it's for 48 minutes or 48 hours, was a refreshing slap in the face that life doesn't happen online: it's present, it's now, and it's going on with or without you.
My addiction to Facebook hit a breaking point. It was time to go cold turkey. And I learned my need for connection and privacy are in constant competition on social media, and Facebook can't resolve either need in a satisfactory way.