The internet is what you make it. If you are depressed when you scroll, it is a reflection of your own inner struggles and who you have surrounded yourself with. Do not blame the internet. The Network is a mirror that enables deeper self-reflection and evaluation than one could ever do unprompted by new age parasocial bonds enabled by digitalization.
the posts of all your friends run through your hands like rainbow trout flashing in the river, you see the sun setting over the treeline and forget if this is all real
But then you put aside the phone, the computer and what not. You listen to the breeze rustling the leaves of trees, birds chirping, and you feel the gaze of the suns' rays upon your face. You cast your eyes upon the mountain face... the mountains don't care; So cast aside your woes and perils. You are here.
I will walk through the great machine that will slice me open, clean out my organs, crush my bones into powder, and skin me into a perfect pile of cubes. I will come out the other side in tact, unmarred, unchanged, and unbroken.