Social media is a mixed bag.

We all know the story and the dangers by now:

Posts are overly curated to the brink of falsehood, and sometimes beyond. Struggles are omitted, travels are amplified, digital doggie ears are added and wrinkles are swept away at the push of a button. People open their app and see that everyone else is doing better than they are right now. (Even though this isn't true.) They start to feel depressed about their own lives.

What was created to connect and bring people together has proven immensely effective at isolating individuals and tearing people apart.

Misinformation not only finds a home on social media, but a plush chauffeur ready and able to send it far and wide instantly, growing stronger and more influential the longer it travels.

In the past I've toyed with the idea of running an individual experiment that would flip the equation. Briefly, I would share all my bad hair days, my failures, my anxieties, my feelings of insecurity, broadcast my least glamorous pictures from my least glamorous moments.

The idea was that it's one small way to fight against the tide of misinformation causing massive waves of depression, self-loathing, disconnection. It might help someone understand that the same person who posted from the beaches of Bali yesterday. felt exactly the way they do right now, only a week ago. Maybe even yesterday. Maybe more often than not.

I decided to primarily opt out of all of it. I have accounts on all the major players, and I receive notifications, but for the last several weeks, I've been zipping them away without a second thought.

It's not a perfect solution. But considering that I used to dive into them without thinking, at least we're moving in the right direction.