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There are moments when I look up from my phone and realize I have no idea what I was thinking five minutes ago. I love scrolling, I love short-form content, and I love the pace at which ideas are created and shared, but there comes a point when my own brain just cannot keep up. It feels fried, sluggish, and overly reliant on external stimulation. I have caught myself endlessly consuming content with no real intention, letting algorithms decide what I think, and turning to AI for the simplest things because my own curiosity has become exhausted. It is a strange and unsettling place to be, where my own thoughts feel faint and distant. The solution is not to stop consuming altogether, but to reclaim mental space, to learn how to think again in a way that feels purposeful and alive.
The process of rewiring the brain is slow. It requires a combination of reflection, discipline, and experimentation, but the results are subtle and extraordinary. I have started to notice small changes. Moments that once felt overwhelming now feel calmer, and ideas that had been buried under layers of distraction begin to surface. I feel more present, more capable of forming opinions that are truly my own, and more alert to the richness of life that exists beyond the scroll.
Short form content is designed to be irresistible. It is fast, colorful, clever, and endlessly rewarding in small doses. The problem is not that it exists, but how easily it becomes the default. I noticed how quickly my hand would reach for my phone during moments of stillness, how silence felt uncomfortable, how boredom triggered anxiety rather than creativity. Limiting short form content was not about discipline as much as awareness. I started noticing how I felt after long scrolling sessions. Restless. Foggy. Unsatisfied. When I reduced my intake, something shifted. My attention span felt fragile at first, but then it slowly stretched. I became more present. I stopped chasing constant stimulation and started craving depth instead.
Replacing short bursts of content with long form writing felt almost radical. Reading essays, newsletters, and thoughtful articles required patience. At first, my brain resisted. It wanted speed, novelty, and instant gratification. But once I settled in, I remembered what it feels like to sit with an idea long enough for it to evolve. Long form writing asks you to stay. To consider nuance. To follow an argument all the way through. I found myself pausing mid-paragraph to think, rereading sentences, even disagreeing and forming my own opinions. That process felt grounding. It reminded me that thinking is not passive. It is participatory.
Silence used to make me uneasy. If I was not listening to music or a podcast, I felt unproductive, as if I was wasting time. But constant noise leaves no room for internal dialogue. When I intentionally carved out quiet moments, my thoughts initially felt scattered. Then, slowly, they organized themselves. Ideas surfaced that I did not know were there. Concerns I had been avoiding finally made themselves known. Quiet became a mirror. It was uncomfortable at times, but also clarifying. Letting my brain exist without stimulation reminded me that it is capable of generating its own momentum.
Doing something I am not immediately good at has been humbling in the best way. We are so used to curating competence online, presenting polished versions of ourselves. Learning something new disrupts that comfort. It forces presence. When I try a new hobby, my brain has to work differently. It has to problem-solve, stay focused, and accept imperfection. That mental stretch feels invigorating. It reminds me that growth does not come from consumption alone, but from participation. From showing up and letting your mind struggle a little.
There is something grounding about holding a book. The weight of it. The texture of the pages. The absence of notifications. Reading physically requires commitment. You cannot skim endlessly or jump between tabs. You have to stay with the story. I noticed how much more vivid my imagination became when I read instead of watching. I pictured scenes in my own way. I lingered on details. This kind of engagement felt nourishing. It reminded me that imagination is a muscle, and one that needs regular use to stay strong.
Writing by hand slowed everything down. Without autocorrect or predictive text, I had to think before committing words to paper. My spelling was rusty. My handwriting uneven. But that friction was part of the point. Writing manually made my thoughts feel more deliberate. More honest. I noticed patterns in my thinking, the way certain ideas resurfaced, the way others dissolved once written down. The act of physically writing became a form of processing rather than production. It allowed me to think without the pressure of performance.
Talking to people in real life exercises parts of the brain that screens cannot replicate. Conversations require listening, empathy, spontaneity, and presence. I noticed how mentally alert I felt after a meaningful conversation. Ideas bounced back and forth. Perspectives shifted. Thought became dynamic again. Prioritizing social interaction reminded me that thinking is not just internal. It is relational. Some of the best insights come from dialogue, not isolation.
I noticed that even when I was reading or watching something meaningful, I was half somewhere else. Notifications on. Tabs open. Background noise layered on top. I started consuming content one thing at a time. One article without switching apps. One video without scrolling simultaneously. One podcast without folding laundry. This felt almost luxurious. My attention deepened. I remembered more. I engaged critically instead of passively. Single-tasking retrained my brain to stay with a thought long enough for it to land. It made consumption feel intentional rather than compulsive.
I realized how often I reach for my phone during transitions. Waiting for the kettle to boil. Sitting in the car before driving. Walking from one room to another. These in-between moments used to be neutral, but now they are instantly filled. I started leaving my phone behind on purpose during small transitions. No scrolling while waiting, no checking notifications between tasks. At first, it felt oddly empty. Then it started to feel expansive. Those moments became tiny pauses where thoughts could surface naturally. Transitions are where your brain resets. When you protect them, your mind has space to reorganize instead of staying in a constant state of reaction.
This one felt strange at first, but it has been quietly powerful. I set aside a specific time each day with no agenda except thinking. No journaling prompts. No goals. No input. Just sitting, walking, or lying down and letting my mind move where it wants. Some days nothing happens. Other days ideas pour in. The point is consistency, not output. Giving your brain a regular space to think trains it to trust that it will be heard. Over time, thoughts stop competing for attention because they know their turn is coming.
Limiting short form content and avoiding cheap dopamine from endless scrolling
Replacing scrolling with long form reading like essays, newsletters, and thoughtful articles
Allowing intentional quiet time without music, podcasts, or background noise
Challenging the brain with new or unfamiliar hobbies that require learning and focus
Choosing physical books and tangible media over screens
Writing by hand with pen and paper instead of typing
Allowing boredom without immediately filling it with stimulation
Prioritizing real life conversations and social interaction over digital engagement
Consuming content without multitasking or layering distractions
Creating phone free transition moments during small pauses in the day
Setting a daily thinking appointment with no agenda or external input
Rewiring your brain is not about abandoning technology. It is about taking intentional steps to reclaim control over your thoughts, focus, and imagination. By slowing down, reflecting, challenging yourself, and embracing quiet, the brain can recover from overstimulation and rediscover its natural creativity. It is a process that takes patience, but the payoff is a mind that is alert, alive, and fully engaged with the world.
Creating space to think, to explore, and to imagine feels like reclaiming part of myself that had been buried under constant consumption.
Love,
Rae
Image Credits - KAWENY DENYELE
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