A Poem To Help You Stop Doomscrolling & Sleep

A playful, rhyming reminder for anyone who reaches for their phone at midnight and falls into a spiral of headlines. This poem makes the case for "precious ignorance" — not indifference to the world, but protecting the one thing that lets you face it: rest.
If you doomscroll before bed, lie awake spinning through the news cycle, or feel like you should stay informed even at 1am, this is your permission to put the phone down.

Who this is for:

Anyone who doomscrolls before sleep
People with news-related anxiety or racing thoughts at night
Those struggling with sleeplessness from overstimulation
Anyone needing permission to disconnect without guilt
People who want a lighter, rhyming wind-down before sleep

Transcript

Don't scroll the news late at night. For it will only make you worry. And all those heinous headlines will create a swirling flurry of petrifying ponderings. And all manner of scary happenings. Which you can't possibly solve alone. As you lie in bed. Awake. At home. The hopelessness and haplessness will feed your sleepless restlessness. As you go through a relentless list. Which results in endless listlessness. So when you're tempted at just a peek at what's going on in the world this week Remember that precious ignorance is not about indifference. But the necessity of an environment that supports somniferous retirement. For no situation or persons improved by the chance of having sleep removed. Stop scrolling through those clickbait feeds and give yourself what you really need. Sleep tight, Dear one. It'll be alright. Sweet dreams. God bless. Lights out. Night night