Deltamedia 2025-09-11T22:14:17Z
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My hands trembled as I slammed the laptop shut, the echo bouncing off my cramped apartment walls. Another endless Zoom call had left my temples throbbing—a project manager’s rant still ringing in my ears like cheap headphones. Outside, rain lashed against the window, mirroring the chaos in my head. I needed an escape, something tactile to drown out the noise, but all I had was this cursed rectangle of glass in my palm. That’s when muscle memory took over: thumb swiping, tapping the familiar icon
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Another 3 AM panic attack had me clawing at my phone screen, desperate for any distraction from the echo chamber of overdue deadlines and unpaid invoices. My thumb slid violently across app icons – productivity tools I despised, social media that amplified my inadequacies – until it froze on a thumbnail glowing with Van Gogh’s Starry Night fragments. "Jigsaw Puzzle Club," the text whispered. I downloaded it solely because the icon looked less hostile than my spreadsheet app.