The anxiety was a physical weight. I reached for my pocket 50 times a day. I had phantom vibrations.
Without the dopamine hits of likes, news alerts, and texts, my brain went into shock. I felt disconnected from humanity. I felt irrelevant. I sat in my tiny off-grid cabin in the Northern Woods listening to the wind, and I swear I could hear my old self dying. off the grid fullrip
October 26, 2023 By: The Anonymous Exile The anxiety was a physical weight