The Death of Memory

I wonder if memory is dying. 

I study well for tests and school but, in my own personal life I keep remembering habits that I've long since fallen out of practise with. 
Is it AI? rotting our brains and stealing our intelligence - I'm sure that's part of it, I know it hurts us, it definitely doesn't help. 
Is it just screens? that blue light drilling into brains, coring out our attention spans.
Is it just consumption? consumption, consumption, we're not making new neural pathways for all this, are we going so quickly, too fast that evolution is still racing to catch up? so the old stuff just falls out instead, because it's all getting crammed in the wrong way.

Forgetful me. Is it just my problem or is it an epidemic silently spreading and we'll never know or never believe?

As an infant, I had routine. I didn't need to remember things, I moved on instinct. Bed time at the same time every day. Morning routine, school routine, afternoon routine, evening routine, bedtime routine. Navigating mornings on autopilot, I didn't need to remind myself of the steps involved every time like it was new, like I do now. 

Let's restart. Currently, I don't have a bed time, it means that every night, I don't know where I stand and I don't know how to spend my evening. Why prioritise when I have infinite time (of course time is infinite when there's no hard end)?

Now that I'm (striving to be) a no phone girli, I'll set my sights high and say bed time is at 9:45PM. Morning routine really starts with the evening before, so I'll take 2 hours for my evening routine when I'll end the day properly and set myself up in good stead for the morning. I'll be able to power down and refresh instead of collapsing into bed from exhaustion and scrambling to catch up after. I've not been planning for my mornings at all, I'm too tired to do it in the wee hours and then I'm not prepared or rested for the morning and I'm left guessing, when I should be rushing, at what needs to be done, when it should be - and once was - second nature. 

How did common nature fall by the wayside? 

These habits I've left behind, how did they go and why didn't I feel their absence or notice their goodbye? How did I manage to sleepwalk to this point in my life without them and why do I catch glimpses of them in the rearview mirror of my mind? 

Why doesn't it feel like it was a conscious choice to leave them behind? 
It feels like I was robbed, because I have no good excuse for forgetting them. I don't remember actively choosing to make my life harder this way. Forgetting these once obvious and immovable pillars of my life should have been a memorable event but instead I see them only as distant blurs in back of my recall that I struggle to cling to, desperate to believe they really did exist. As I try my hardest to think back, I'm sure they were real and life was once different and filled with conscious decisions. I'm pretty adamant that I was, in fact, the driver of my life, but I feel like I've been a passenger for so long, I can't say it for certain. I don't remember getting out of my seat, giving up or relinquishing control. I don't even remember calling shotgun, should I be grateful that I get to be this close, at least? Is it sane to admit this or am I defiant by saying it out loud, are you all drivers and am I the only passenger here? Or is that just the company line?
I wonder if more of us are passengers, not drivers, than we care to check in with.