Technology as a Lifeline
I used to stare at the screen like it was another locked door. Passwords. Menus. Tabs upon tabs. After abuse, even simple clicks felt like cliffs. But I kept showing up—hands shaking, heart steadying—and somewhere between the first tutorial and the fiftieth, the door opened.
Technology became a quiet kind of rescue. A class after midnight. A template that saved me hours. A design that said what I couldn’t yet voice. The more I learned, the more I noticed the ground under me harden. Confidence returned one shortcut at a time.
Power is practical. It looks like building a resume in Canva, editing a video for Survivor Stories, launching a landing page for the Healing Library. It sounds like my own keystrokes replacing the old noise in my head. I am not behind; I am rebuilding—line by line, link by link.
What once felt intimidating now feels like instrument and altar. I sit down, breathe, and make something useful—for myself, and for anyone who needs a lifeline out of their storm. This is recovery with receipts: skills I can show, gifts I can share, doors I can hold open for others.
If you’re afraid to start, begin with curiosity. Let it be messy. Let it be small. Watch how quickly “I can’t” becomes “I did.” The screen is not your enemy; it’s a bridge. And on the other side of that bridge is independence.
Stay powerful.