Bricking My iPhone Is My Tech ‘Upgrade of the Year’

My concentration is shot. I know this because I’ve checked my phone four times while writing this opening paragraph. I’m addicted to my phone in a way that feels both embarrassing and completely normal, which is perhaps the most damning part. My phone feels essential for everything: my job requires Slack and email responsiveness, my hobbies live in apps and group chats, and even my downtime involves scrolling through feeds I don’t actually enjoy.

These days, we tend to think of upgrades (in life, in tech, wherever) as adding features, but sometimes the real upgrade is eliminating. So I did something a little radical this year: I bricked my iPhone. Well, sort of. And it’s been the best tech decision I’ve made in years.

What I actually did to fix my concentration

We talk about phone addiction like it’s a personal failing, but cut yourself some slack. Every app, every notification, every infinite scroll is designed by engineers whose job is to keep us locked in. As such, we’ve eliminated almost all empty space from our lives, filling every waiting moment with content consumption. Waiting for the train? Scroll. In line at the store? Scroll. Between tasks at work? Scroll.

I can’t afford to go full “dumb-phone”, so I took a middle path: “demoting” my smartphone, so it functions like a dumb phone while retaining genuinely useful features like navigation, ride shares, and FaceTime. Here’s what I did:

I turned on grayscale mode. It’s amazing how boring your phone becomes when it looks like an old newspaper. That dopamine-triggering red notification badge? Just gray. Instagram’s carefully curated visual feast? Gray. Suddenly my phone looked as exciting as a filing cabinet.

I deleted the time-consuming apps. I got rid of the primary social media apps, any news apps that were really just anxiety delivery systems, and more social media apps. If I wanted to check something, I’d have to do it on my computer, which added just enough friction to make me reconsider whether I actually cared.

I turned off non-essential notifications. Actually, I turned off almost all notifications. No badges, no banners, no sounds. My phone became silent unless someone was actually calling me or texting me directly.

I started physically separating myself from my phone during focused work. It went in another room, face down in a drawer, anywhere but within arm’s reach. Out of sight, out of the dopamine loop.

How bricking my iPhone was the ultimate life hack

This might sound embarrassing, but it’s honest: at first, it felt like phantom limb syndrome. My thumb kept reaching for apps that weren’t there. I’d pull out my phone in line at the coffee shop only to stare at a blank screen and think, “Now what?” The answer, it turned out, was nothing. And that nothing was exactly what I needed.

The first week was genuinely uncomfortable. My brain kept expecting hits that weren’t coming. I felt anxious, ashamed, humbled, understimulated, almost itchy—which pretty much told me everything I needed to know about how deep the addiction ran.

Luckily, the benefits rolled in faster than I expected. Within two weeks, I noticed I could read for longer stretches. I also think my work as a creative improved. Deep work—the kind where you’re tackling genuinely hard problems—requires getting into a flow state. I need at least 20 minutes of uninterrupted focus to even enter that zone, and for me, an Instagram notification shatters it instantly. By removing the interruption infrastructure from my phone, I suddenly had whole mornings where I could think clearly.

Along with dumbing down my phone, I set an intention to become more observational again. I’d be waiting somewhere and instead of reaching for my phone, I’d just…look around. Watch people. Notice architectural details. Eavesdrop on conversations. Observe the weather shifting. It sounds small, but it completely changed my relationship with being in public spaces.

I believe boredom is where creativity lives. When your mind isn’t being constantly fed, it starts generating its own entertainment. I had ideas in the shower again. Real ideas, not just fragments borrowed from something I read online; I had original thoughts that surprised me, connections my brain made when it wasn’t being force-fed content. This sounds mundane, but I promise, it’s the opposite. This is how thinking actually works when you let it.

Especially with social media, I’d settled into this constant need to perform my life. While I still find this performance necessary to “make it” as a creative these days, I learned that most of my FOMO was an algorithm problem. You’re not actually missing out on anything important; you’re being shown a curated highlight reel designed to make you feel inadequate. Once you step out of that stream, you realize how much of it was manufactured anxiety. The things I thought I needed to keep up with turned out to be completely forgettable.

The bottom line

My bricked iPhone is a downgrade in features and an upgrade in life quality. That’s the whole story, really.

We frame phone usage as a personal responsibility issue, but that’s like blaming people for getting hooked on substances that were engineered to be addictive. Companies build their algorithms around persuasive technologies. They run A/B tests on features to maximize engagement. They know exactly what they’re doing, and what they’re doing is turning your attention into profit.

Look, I’d love to go more radical with it, but I have limits. For work, I need to be responsive—Slack messages can’t wait three hours. And I genuinely adore getting laughs in a group chat, which is a timely thing. Those moments of connection matter, and I’m not interested in becoming a total digital hermit.

But going forward, I’m desperate to keep getting my brain back. My ability to think deeply, pay attention, create meaningfully, and connect authentically—these aren’t optional luxuries. They’re the whole point.

If your phone feels like it owns you more than you own it, maybe your next upgrade isn’t a new model. Maybe it’s just making your current one a little more boring, a little less exciting, and a lot more brick-like. Your brain will thank you for it.