I didn’t need a New Year’s resolution to convince me to change my lifestyle. I was never a firm believer in them anyway because when it comes to change, as I’m inclined to adapt, rather than react. Resolutions are just a formal method of delaying something good in your life when you could probably start immediately on doing the same thing.

My “personal resolution” came into effect at one of my darkest moments in life several years ago. A period when Social Media overload had driven a venomous stake into my soul. It impacted everybody in my life, friends, family, colleagues, and even strangers. For whatever reasons, keeping up with various FB profiles, pages, twitter accounts, and a small number of mashable applications had taken its toll on my life in a dramatic way.

With my soul in hell, it wasn’t long before the physical impact became evident. I retired into the bedroom and curled up into a foetal ball as the world passed me by. As the stagnation caught me, my ability to walk, run, or play with my kids dissolved into my past just like yesterday’s status update. Before long the most basic of manual tasks would break me out into a sweaty mess and I dreaded summer for the inevitable perspiration marks on my clothes.

I continued to reach out on Social Media, but always hid the truth inside. I was broken, incapacitated, and continually heading toward darker ground. My presence was simply unfit for human consumption, so I left the world for my own and did things my way. Despite this, my clear and logical-thinking better half managed to survive. And through moments of clarity, it gradually pulled me back out of my pit of sorrow. It was, as my Doctor so nicely put it, a “Survival Instinct”.

Today I treat Social Media tenaciously and with a constant vigil of what it can do to your mind. My refusals’ to take part in the latest “choose a number”, or, “Forward this to 17 friends”, or maybe “Pass this on for good luck”, viral trends are just a measure on my behalf to eliminate any threats of the same thing happening to others. It leapt into my soul with a blink of the eye, so who can say it won’t happen to anyone else? I just figure that with fewer hooks out there for some of these activities, then lower the chances of the disorder taking others.

Admittedly this experience has left me anxious about Social media and the devices that delivery it’s toxin into our homes every second of the day. Maybe it’s this new perspective I now carry, or maybe it is something more sinister, but there always seems to be somebody around me 24/7 who is typically using a device one way or another. I see it in restaurants, nightclubs, pubs, train stations, cars, streets… Everywhere I look.

Ironically you see it right now as I deliver this message online.

My personal resolution was to put the device down. It didn’t need a New Years Eve moment to invoke. Nor did it need another thing to react to. It just took a moment of my time to look around and think about it, and I’m giving you that moment in time right now.