#dark showering

Every night, like a moth to a glowing, judgmental flame, I crawl into bed and open my phone.“I’ll just scroll for a few minutes,” I tell myself, a woman who has never in her life scrolled for “a few minutes.”Forty-seven TikToks later, I am somehow watching a raccoon make cotton candy disappear in water and questioning not only my life choices, but the fragility of existence itself. My brain? Lit…