Here's something I figured out while writing my recent article analyzing my Facebook posts over time:

For me, understanding IS love.

When I feel accurately understood, something settles in my chest.

When I feel misunderstood, or when someone responds to a version of me that doesn't exist, my nervous system reads it as rejection (amplified by RSD).

Somatically. In my body. Not just intellectually.

Which means Facebook became a platform structurally designed to guarantee micro-rejection. By the people who SHOULD know me.

That's not social media fatigue. That's being unseen by your own community.

No wonder I stopped posting.