I Didn’t Open the App

Dear Delyara, The one I always open when I’m lonely, overstimulated, flat, or looking for a fast little emotional change without having to actually meet my own life honestly for a few minutes. This time I didn’t. I let the feeling stay. Sharp. Uncomfortable. Real. At first it felt worse. Then it felt cleaner. And by the end of the evening I realized how often the app had become a way of escaping my own interior weather in ten-minute pieces that never actually restored me. Not opening it felt like self-respect. A quiet kind. Still real.