While standing there with a blank stare waiting for my screen to do anything, something in me snapped. I realized I have a real addiction, an addiction I didn't believe existed. Now, I had to come to the realization that it is a very real addiction and I had to face it. I decided to take a week off from social media.
I averaged a total of six hours everyday, I couldn't get away from it. The rushing feeling of dopamine was something I didn't want to leave. Dopamine is a drug released through your body giving you that “feel good” sensation inside. Drugs, such as cocaine or ecstasy, fill your brain with dopamine, and social media has similar effects.
Now, I had to go seven days without it, that's all, no time to scroll on my phone anymore. It couldn't be too hard, right? Wrong. I genuinely didn't know what to do with myself. Relapse was constantly on my mind. Would it hurt if I went on TikTok for a few videos, checked Instagram to see if any of my friends are up to, look on Snapchat to see what videos might have been sent my way? All I wanted to do was go on my phone and waste my hours away.
Just like any other addiction, the first three days were the worst. I would go on my phone and just stare at it, having images of media going through my head, missing the countless videos I would watch. It was all gone, cold turkey had never been so hard.
I had to find new ways to distract myself. I mailed out two letters, learned four new songs on my guitar, and visited family. I was doing so much more because I never had had so much time. It was almost overwhelming with how much time I had.
At one point I was walking circles in my room for an hour, while aggressively squishing a stress ball with music playing in the background just to get my mind off my phone.
After the fourth day, the weight of my phone wasn't holding me down anymore. My mind wasn’t constantly on my phone. I was thinking about more important matters that were happening in my life rather than videos that I wouldn’t remember in an hour.
Six hours spent on a screen went to more productive and important parts of my life. I started to feel like my time wasn’t being wasted.
By day seven, I couldn’t deny that some excitement had boiled inside of me. I wanted to see what I missed, how the world continued to move on without me. When I logged on to my social media accounts, notifications were everywhere. I almost felt a little overwhelmed by the sight of them that I put my phone back down after ten minutes of just being on it.
Being off social media for seven days made me realize how many hours I was wasting on the internet. Not all those hours were bad, however almost all of them didn’t contribute anything important into my life. I came to realize that what I am here for is a bigger reason than the 6.1 inch screen that has permanently, physically caused my pinky finger to have a dent in it. After years of bearing the weight of my cell phone, I finally was able to let it go.

