A fter a long day of looking at screens for work, I used to go to bed and stare at my phone until I fell asleep. When not doomscrolling news headlines, I’d crash out to hateful comments on social media or revisit workplace dramas via mobile versions of Teams and Slack. I was always plugged in. It was a ritual that would start well before bedtime. As the evening wound down, I’d surf algorithms for hours on end, barely paying attention to whatever television programme was on in the background, only half-listening to conversations around me. Whether it was the incessantly dystopian news cycle, toxic opinions on pop culture, or posts railing against obtuse LinkedIn speak, there was always another online scab to pick. When sleep did arrive, it would be restless and anxiety-ridden. With my brain swimming with fears of various apocalypses and the vitriol of online agitators, it’s no wonder my dreams were full of the same. After one feverish night too many, I realised that I had to make a change.…