On Leaving Twitter

Goodbye _nomadic_soul, hello Nomadic Musings

I’m officially done. My data is saved. I’m moving all my content over this Substack. This is the end.

I was determined to stick it out. I didn’t want to leave. I had 28k followers and a decent reach (millions of impressions a week). I spent so much time and energy building my community there. I didn’t want to lose yet another community after losing my in-person community in 2020.

But then I started learning about the effects of social media on our brains. (Book recs include The Anxious Generation by Jonathan Haidt, Stolen Focus by Johann Hari, and 10 Arguments For Deleting Your Social Media Accounts Now by Jaron Lanier). I started pulling away early this spring and continued to take longer and longer breaks. And when I came back? I felt like I was wading in poo. 90% of my engagement seems to come from men screaming at me that I would die alone with my cats, that I was fat, that my husband was a beta cuck, and that I should absolutely lose my voting rights asap.

This wasn’t what I came to the internet to talk about. My passion is Christian theology, specifically deconstructing patriarchy and other forms of oppression within it. I used to talk about that on Twitter. Then I realized I was simply spending my time screaming back at misogynists, half of whom were likely bots. No thank you.

So I’m here. For now. People say this place is changing too. Maybe it will become unbearable. Maybe I’ll get a good year or two out of it. But I’m happy that I can talk about what I want to talk about without being piled on by the Manosphere, I can scroll without feeling like my very existence is being violated by horrific comments about women, and I can connect with real people writing real content about their very real thoughts and lives. And that’s really all I want.

So if you’re here from Twitter or found me on Substack, hiiiii. I’m so happy you’re here.