NO LONGER SCROLLING FOR ESCAPE, SCROLLING FOR SURVIVAL 

NO LONGER SCROLLING FOR ESCAPE, SCROLLING FOR SURVIVAL 

NO LONGER SCROLLING FOR ESCAPE, SCROLLING FOR SURVIVAL 

I still remember the first time I typed my story into a blank post on Facebook.

My hands shook, not because I didn’t know what to write, but because I was terrified of what people would say.

I had been the “good girl” in my family, the one everyone trusted, the one who carried other people’s burdens. But behind the smiles and the laughter, I was drowning in silence.

Drugs became my escape. It started innocently a friend saying, “Just take this, it will help you relax.”

I told myself it was just for stress, just to calm the storms in my head. Before long, that “little help” became chains that wrapped around me tighter than I could imagine.

One day, after another night of self-destruction, I stared at myself in the mirror.

My eyes were hollow, my lips cracked, my spirit broken. And in that moment,

I whispered a prayer:“God, let this not be the end of me.”

That’s when I stumbled upon a campaign online. A simple reel on Instagram a young man holding a placard that read,

“You don’t have to go down with your pain.” He wasn’t polished, he wasn’t pretending.

He just spoke, raw and real, about his journey with drugs. Something about his honesty pulled me in.

I began following more pages that spoke openly about addiction, recovery, and hope. Slowly,

I started replacing late-night scrolling for “escape” with late-night scrolling for survival.

Every post was like a hand reaching into the darkness to remind me: you are not alone.

One day, I made the boldest move of my life. I wrote:

“My name is Stella, and I’m fighting to break free from drugs. I don’t want pity. I just want to say, if you’re fighting too, let’s fight together.”

I expected silence. Instead, I received messages from strangers who said, “Me too. Thank you for speaking.”

That was when I realised the power of social media is more than entertainment it is a battlefield for healing.

Every post, every video, every story shared can be a lifeline for someone like me, hiding behind filters but battling real demons.

Today, I’m clean. Not perfect, not without scars, but clean. And I use my page to share what I once feared: my truth. Because if one person scrolling at 2 a.m. finds hope in my story, then it’s worth it.

So here’s my call: If you’ve been silent, speak. If you’ve been hiding, show up. If you’ve survived, tell your story.

Social media is already filled with trends that glamorise drugs we can drown them out with our truth.

Your words might just be the reason someone chooses life over another pill, another wrap, another hit.

I know this because someone’s words saved me.

Your turn: If you’ve ever been touched by someone’s story online share it. If you’ve walked this path speak. If you care about someone post.

Together, we can reclaim timelines and turn them into healing spaces.

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