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TW: Depression
I'm planning on making 1-2 more parts on this short internet series with a few other things sprinkled in, lmk what you want to know next
Daphne’s life was spinning out of control. She feels like a different person than she was before she had social media, but she couldn’t quit. Social media was the only thing that made her happy, but also made her depression and sadness that much worse. Daphne hadn’t left her room in days and hadn't talked to her family in weeks. She knew her family was worried about her, but she wasn’t willing to go out and face them. They would be so disappointed in her and how she is a loser who cares too much about what others think, at the detriment of her own health. She didn't deserve her family’s love anymore, and she isn’t sure they would even recognize her, she didn’t. She felt like a huge burden to them, especially her mom, who was extremely worried about her and was skipping out on things she loved to do to watch her. She needed to take a break from social media and learn some boundaries about what to post and who to deal with people on the internet, but she can’t. The internet and social media are her downfall and her salvation. It was an oxymoron, just like she was at that point. She never got out of bed but she never rested. She felt everything and nothing at the same time. She had changed so much to fit what the internet would want, and now no one is happy, especially not her. Her content was falling in quality and views, and she no longer found joy in what she was posting. She needed to do something, but she didn’t think she deserved to grow and nobody would want to or be able to help her in the way she so desperately needed.
Gourmand could tell something was off. Daphne had not spoken or reached out to him in weeks, the longest she had ever gone. Donita skipped their monthly dinner to ‘take care’ of Daphne, but she wasn’t sick or injured as far as he knew. It was because of that phone, he knew it. He knew it was a mistake for her to get it and wanted to just rip it out of her hands the moment it was in them. He didn’t know much about the internet or technology, he had no interest in it and didn’t want the government to know about where he was (I hc Gourmand as the biggest conspiracy theorist and believer ever) and social media had no appeal to him. He could see the obsession in Daphne and wanted to quell it. That kind of determination couldn’t be healthy, especially for something as useless as the internet. Daphne was throwing away her life for that phone, and dragging her mother down with her. He loved Daphne, but he needed to form some kind of way to drag her out of the depths of the comments and internet, and he needed to do it now. He would meet with all the important people in Daphne’s life tonight and figure out a plan of attack.