Addiction And It's Many Faces

I never saw myself as someone that could ever have an addiction to anything, I just assumed my father's addict gene passed me by. It wasn't until recently that I realized that the internet had become my addiction. I started panicking as soon as I couldn't find my phone and waste an entire day just doom scrolling. I wasn't leaving the house or making friends. I had just given up on existing outside this tiny screen in my pocket. I became obsessed with what total strangers that didn't know me, had to say about me. My depression reached an all time high and I didn't even know it. I completely lost all sense of who I was. I'm slowly pulling myself out. Bit by bit I want to be what I used to be but I know going backwards isn't possible, so I just hope who I become still has traces of her somewhere.