Please, I forgot my phone password… I was sure I was entering the right digits—the brain was conjuring them in my head, just as I used to type them. My brain was simply picturing them and making me think everything was okay. I was honestly typing and typing, trying to remember the password. What does it mean to forget a password? The screen says: contact tech support — they’ll send the password, but the data will be erased… Four days have passed—the fourth day of my phone detox… My husband wiped everything today; all data is gone. I’m lying on the couch with a phone that has nothing on it. And I remember that damn password—the one I was sure was correct. I’m scared… My head is spinning… How could I have fooled myself… Anger at the world… But I convinced myself the digits were wrong…