Day 1–2: Withdrawal Is Real, and It’s Ugly
The first two days were rough in a way I didn’t expect. I wasn’t just tired; I was restless. My hands reached for my phone automatically, like muscle memory running a script I’d never consciously written.
Without coffee, mornings felt slower. Not painful, just quiet. That quiet was uncomfortable because I wasn’t used to hearing my own thoughts without a stimulant smoothing the edges.
Social media was the hardest. Not because I needed updates, but because it filled micro-moments. Waiting for a page to load, pausing between tasks, even standing up from my chair triggered the urge to scroll.
This is where most people quit. The brain interprets the absence of stimulation as a problem, not a transition.
