Losing My Instagram Was the Best Thing to Happen to Me: What Attachments Are Holding You Back from Who You Want to Be?
I never thought losing my Instagram would be the thing that woke me up. One Monday morning, it was just... gone. Years of work. Community. Expression. Gone in a single notification.
At first, I was shocked. Then angry. Then hollow.
But in that silence — without the metrics, the audience, the validation — something unexpected emerged: presence.
This post isn’t just about losing a platform.
It’s about letting go of the identities we cling to, the ones we think define us.
Because sometimes, it takes losing everything you thought you needed… to finally become who you really are.
👉🏼 What are you still holding onto — that life is gently asking you to release?
On a random Monday morning, I logged into Instagram like I always did.
Except this time, I was met with a notification:
“Your account has been disabled due to potential fraudulent activity.”
What could I possibly have done?
I’m the do-gooder type. I follow the rules. I live with integrity.
Surely this had to be a mistake.
I spent hours contacting support — only to realize I wasn’t speaking to a person. Just another automated system.
I was locked out. No appeal. No help. No warning. Gone.
What followed was a full range of emotion: confusion, anger, and then… depression.
Earlier this year, I made the biggest leap of my life.
I left the safety of a 9-5 to bet fully on myself — launching my own coaching and consulting practice for high-performing gay men.
It was more than a business. It was a reclamation of everything I used to hide.
And for years, Instagram had been my home base.
I built it from scratch — not to fit into one niche or identity, but to reflect my growth: baking, modeling, mindset, fitness, emotional healing, deep thinking.
My feed was never about one lane — it was about the evolution of me.
And just like that, it was gone.
The most painful part wasn’t the platform. It was the attachment.
I used to say,
“I don’t care what people think.”
“I could get rid of Instagram and be fine.”
But when push came to shove — I wasn’t fine.
That hit taught me something no post ever could:
It’s easy to say we’re strong when we’re in control.
But when life rips away the thing you’ve tied your identity to — will you still be you?
That’s the real test.
And in that loss, a strange thing happened: I started noticing life again.
Conversations got lighter. More meaningful.
No more updates on who was in Cabo or which party had the best outfits.
Instead:
“How’s your day going?”
“You want to grab a walk?”
“God, it’s beautiful outside, huh?”
And the little things started hitting differently:
A smile from a stranger on my walk.
A man holding the door open for me at the gym.
Tiny, everyday acts — now charged with aliveness.
It made me realize something bigger:
You can do everything right.
Love deeply. Show up fully.
And still lose the things (or people) you thought were yours.
But that doesn’t mean your love wasn’t true.
It just means life is bigger than your plan.
Sometimes, it takes losing the thing you thought you needed —
To make space for the things that you actually do.
So I’ll leave you with this:
What are you still clinging to that’s keeping you from becoming who you were always meant to be?
And are you brave enough to let it go ,before life makes you?