I have a confession: every single day begins and ends with my phone. It’s the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I gaze upon before I close my eyes at night. My partner of 15 years doesn’t get a look in. There’s no chance of spontaneous sex – we’re parents, I’m tired, overwhelmed and honestly, I’m looking for an effortless, fast dopamine fix.
I’d rather scroll mindlessly on Vinted and social media than genuinely connect or enrich my mind with a good book or activity. I can feel how bad it is for me, and for my relationship, but it’s an addiction and one that, if we’re being realistic here, you probably have too.
