Almost every day I contemplate deleting or deactivating my Facebook account. My dear friend recently pulled the plug on the daily barrage of nonsense, and she’s never been calmer or more present.

“So, don’t look,” she advised, when I lamented my inability to disconnect permanently, but we all know how hard that is. I’m reluctant to miss birthdays and life updates from friends and colleagues who gather on my feed, comprising a network that spans decades. So, each day I procrastinate on detaching from social media, kicking that decision further down the line. And yet, each day a new post irritates me and sets the tone for exasperation and resentment.

My rage and deep anguish since October 7, is no secret. I have written some fiery pieces, which can be found here. I cannot seem to quell my anger surrounding the senseless loss of life, hostages, apathy and growing antisemitism. Seeing supportive Facebook posts from small, targeted pockets provides some modicum of momentary relief, but the general silence is deafening.

Recently, many have taken to social media to engage in a “Not in My Name” style campaign to distance themselves........

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