When one is addicted to something, an intervention might be in order. My family has threatened to intervene where my Facebook addiction is concerned, but it hasn't come to that ... Yet. As a matter of fact, I beat them to the punch. I decided it was time to detox from all the poison being spewed (to and from my page). I enjoy reading opposing views, but when it gets vitriolic, my blood pressure takes a hit.
Mind you, that does not mean I won't return, and very soon, but part of me just needed to know that I could indeed step away if necessary.
It seems appropriate to resurrect my Facebook page on Resurrection Sunday, perhaps with a cleaner and clearer vision of the life it should reflect.