Here is a useful, albeit somewhat confessional piece by columnist and blogger Andrew Sullivan: Technology almost killed me.
He was “successful” in the online world, but that pursuit came at many costs, including his health. He realized his online life came at the expense of his real one, and that that there was no way to fully have both:
If the internet killed you, I used to joke, then I would be the first to find out. Years later, the joke was running thin. In the last year of my blogging life, my health began to give out. Four bronchial infections in 12 months had become progressively harder to kick. Vacations, such as they were, had become mere opportunities for sleep. My dreams were filled with the snippets of code I used each day to update the site. My friendships had atrophied as my time away from the web dwindled. My doctor, dispensing one more course of antibiotics, finally laid it on the line: “Did you really survive HIV to die of the web?”
And before you think this story is yet another cautionary tale from an exasperated Luddite, consider all the evidence that the internet, and social media in particular, is leaving us more unfulfilled, more depressed, more alienated, more delusional, more narcissistic, and more addicted.
Consider, to bring this idea out of the clouds of the abstract, how many times you’ve checked your phone or opened another browser or even wrote an email in the time it took to glance over this post. And you’re already online.