I Think I Figured It Out

Lately I’ve been asking myself why social media started to feel so heavy. And I think I finally know.

It’s not just the scrolling or the pressure to always show up. It’s the noise — like standing in a crowded room where everyone’s shouting tips, hacks, and headlines all at once.

Everywhere I look: AI tips, AI hacks, AI-written captions.

I use it too. Honestly, it helps. But the more I rely on it, the more I wonder if my own voice is getting lost in the mix.

What I really want is simple. When you read me, I want you to hear me. Not some perfectly polished version that could have been written by anyone. I want you to catch the pauses, the half-finished thoughts, the little stories I’d tell you if we were sitting together with a coffee between us.

And since we’re here, can we talk about the em dash?

I used to love it. I picked up the habit reading Harry Potter as a kid; that rhythm, that pause, it felt alive. But now I see it everywhere. Sometimes I scroll past a post and, if I spot three in a row, I’m done. Maybe it’s petty. Or maybe it’s just me craving words that breathe differently.

So here’s what I’m aiming for: less polish, more presence. More stories that don’t tie themselves up with a bow, but still make you pause and think, me too.

Because I don’t just want to post.

I want to connect.


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Jessica Gabrielzyk

Jessica Gabrielzyk writes about the messy, magical, and often misunderstood moments of life abroad — from giving birth in a foreign hospital to helping toddlers color their way through culture shock. Originally from Brazil, she has lived on three continents, parented in three languages, and now calls Switzerland home with her husband, child, and a dog who has more stamps in her passport than most adults.

Her books, including Maternity Abroad, Parenting Unpacked, and My First American Coloring Book, are heartfelt, honest, and rooted in real global experience. She is a proud member of the Society for Intercultural Education, Training and Research (SIETAR) and believes storytelling is the one language that truly travels.

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