During traumatic and dark times, my body freezes – it curls into a fetal-like position, instinctively seeking stability and peace. At least for a while.
The internet becomes a rabbit hole, pulling me in: endless streams of news, swirling emojis, images, texts, videos – all the “important” and “useful” things I supposedly shouldn’t miss. Gradually, this stream pushes everything else out of my life.

In this black space, time slips through my fingers, the contours of the outside world become barely discernible. I feel as if I am sinking deeper and deeper, struggling to emerge from this state.