Why I stopped, and resumed, reading the news

Why I stopped, and resumed, reading the news

Up until recently, I stopped reading the news.

I used to be a bit of a news junkie, thanks to the Flipboard app. I selected a bunch of topics that I wanted to see on my feed: global events, news from the Philippines, civil rights (feminism, LGBTQ+, racism), and mental health, among others.

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I devoured all the articles. In that way, I formed my opinions on the social and political landscape.

I used to be a keyboard warrior, too. On Facebook, I constantly shared my opinions on the current administration, and sometimes I even engaged with the cancer cells called the comments section.

As time went on, though, I was beginning to feel fatigued from all the terrible news I was reading. Duterte’s endless misogynistic remarks, his violent rhetoric, the state’s grave abuse of power over those they are supposed to serve and protect…

It came to a point where I had had enough. It was starting to trigger my depression at a time when I was already vulnerable.

I remember one time, I was about to go to sleep when I decided to go on Flipboard for some quick reads. I read something yet again about our dear president’s inappropriate statements. So much rage filled my head that I couldn’t go to sleep.

Wouldn’t you be bummed too, if every time you read the news, you saw articles about murder? About corruption of government officials who put their interests above their constituents’, most of whom are living in poverty? About a cop walking free despite shooting an unarmed black man? About rape survivors who are treated like shit when they come forward?

Wouldn’t you, too, feel helpless, hopeless, and outraged?

So, I quit reading the news as much. I focused on other articles: about tech, makeup, pets, and pop culture. I wanted to get as far away as possible from the toxicity of current events.

Lately, however, I’ve been slowly reintroducing myself to the news.

I didn’t want to be ignorant. I didn’t want to wake up ten, twenty years later and see that our country has taken an even darker turn without my knowledge. Apathy, I once said, doesn’t make you cool; I still stand by that statement.

Am I ready to rage again when the Marcoses are mentioned, or when yet another plunderer goes free?

I don’t know. Guess I’ll find out, won’t I?

Note: I missed the registration deadline to vote in the May 2019 elections, which made me sad in the face of my renewed interest in politics. Honestly, I don’t think voting makes a big difference (a story for another post). However, voting is the only thing I feel I can do as an individual to even make a tiny dent.

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