It's 4:29 a.m. on a Saturday morning. I've been up since 2 a.m. It's the pain. (It's almost always the pain.) The problem is, once the pain wakes me up, my phone comes out and I start scrolling the internet in hopes I'll eventually fall asleep. It never works.
My phone and I have a tough relationship. When I could barely get out of bed, my phone transported me to realities that weren't my own. It was a lifeline when I couldn't leave my room. But now that my condition is improving, I know I need boundaries. Being three inches away from a screen that displays the entirety of the world's knowledge is no different than the internet being installed into our brains.