As a college student looking back at my own childhood and remembering the good old times when I was running around outside on the grass or inventing new games to play, whether it was alone or with the people around me, I look at the generation experiencing early youth now and see the generic iPad kids. Constantly on their phones, or playing video games, or binging Netflix shows. I look and laugh seeing how these kids will never experience the beautiful childhood that wasn’t plagued with technology in everyone’s faces all the time. And then I look inwards, and realize the I am falling down the same spiral even now, all the while being very aware of the addiction in place. That’s the worst kind of addiction.
Ending the War With My Body
It’s been two years since my last doctor’s appointment. At that visit our discussion was shrouded by social distancing and early motherhood. It was…