Nomophobia — the fear of being out of mobile phone contact.
A drastic change happened in my life this past year. I ditched my trusty old flip phone from the dinosaur age — the one I never texted on and barely used to even make phone calls — for a damn smartphone.
What the hell was I thinking?
Now I’m addicted to this soul-sucking piece of plastic and it feels sad. First sign I had a problem? If a few hours went by without checking it, my hands would sweat, my heart would pound and nothing would ease the subtle yet unnerving feeling I was missing out on something, anything (ohmygodsomethingishappeningIjustknowit!) unless I checked my phone.
The problem is, once you get that fix, you want another hit over and over again just to maintain.

Before I went to bed at night? Gotta check Facebook.
First thing after I had my morning coffee? Gotta check my…
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