Myra Skyy

I remember the exact moment I caught myself. Phone in hand, thumb flicking upward in that mindless rhythm we all know too well. I’d opened…

I still remember the exact moment I realized social media was using me more than I was using it. I was curled up on the…

I used to think I had a pretty healthy relationship with social media. I posted with care, I engaged with purpose, I curated my feeds…

I used to think a full calendar meant a full life. Every square on my planner had to be colored in—blue for work blocks, pink…

There’s a particular stillness that settles over a Sunday morning when you have absolutely nothing planned. No brunch reservations, no yoga class, no “quick coffee”…