I used to think my phone helped me to relax. But setting strict limits on my usage has improved my mood and my relationships

And the author is happier too.

My phone was my office, my income, my means of communication. Every time I checked it, there was something to action, a notification of something new, something that told me I was useful and productive, giving me dopamine hits that motherhood didn’t offer. It had become my coping mechanism.

The phone was also where I went to decompress, to have five minutes that felt like mine. But while social media appears to be the most stimulating thing in the universe, what felt like rest was actually just a further demand on my already stretched mind.