You can't stop doomscrolling even when it makes you miserable

This is worth seeing clearly rather than merely resisting. The feed is built never to let you arrive — there is always one more, no bottom, because the thing was made to hold you, not to satisfy you, so the endless scrolling is not so much your weakness as the working of an endless thing. Beneath your thumb is a hand reaching for something the screen cannot hold — rest, escape, soothing — so notice, without blame, what feeling is present when the scrolling begins, and feed that real hunger where it lives. And you will not stop it by wrestling the current head-on, as water does not fight the bank; instead place a small gap in the habit's path and let the reaching meet a little emptiness, sitting a moment with what you fled, which passes as all things do. Knowing the river has no far shore, you can stop swimming to it. What are you usually feeling when the scrolling begins?