Just a phone...

I keep telling myself, “It’s just a phone.” There are far worse things happening in the world, things that truly matter. And I know that. I really do.

But here’s the thing… this isn’t just about a phone.

So much of my escape lives there. The duets, the lives, the chats, the laughter. It’s where I connect with my world. It’s where I write, where I create, where I get a break from everything else. And right now, even trying to write a few lines feels impossible. The screen keeps glitching, turning black every half minute, cutting me off from what I’m doing, reading, writing, connecting.

From the outside, it probably looks small. Insignificant. And maybe, in the grand scheme of things, it is.

But sometimes… I need that small thing.

I need a place to step away. A place to breathe. A place to enjoy music, to create, to laugh, to be part of something. My phone gives me that. It lets me take pictures, film moments, make videos, express parts of myself that matter to me. Even being a moderator, being involved, feeling connected, it all lives there.

And now it feels like I’ve lost access to that part of me.

So yes, maybe it’s “just a phone.” Maybe it’s a small thing.

But right now, it doesn’t feel small.

And I think it’s okay to feel a little sad about that... Isnt it?