I feel like my humanity has been robbed and im jealous of folks who were born in generation prior to internet

Im chronically online. I used to want to create writing and art, but i saw people being critical of everything. I stopped creating, engaging w art because i became paranoid to the extent of becoming mentally ill. I hate myself because my life is nothing but the internet. Im jealous of folks who didnt had to worry about the internet, who were free from the constant scrutiny, free from the desire to be popular online. I cant even formulate my language right because my brain is hard wired to be constantly on the internet, and i keep rushing to formulate my thoughts and my speaking pattern. Im anxious constantly.