Sometimes technology can be a life saver. Let me explain; I don't have an extremely congenial home environment. It's mostly screams, accusations and put downs m

Sometimes technology can be a life saver. Let me explain; I don't have an extremely congenial home environment. It's mostly screams, accusations and put downs mixed with intermittent periods of affection (I've managed to end the violence). I've been told by my parents that I am not good enough to exist, and I am not worth the money they spend on me. My biological father once made out a huge list of my monthly expenses and gave them to me saying that I wasn't worth it and I might as well get out of the house. I desperately needed an escape, a safe place to go to and the internet gave me just that. It allowed me to connect to different groups of people with different views on life and love. I met a friend of a friend online and she was there for me through a lot of bad nights. If it hadn't been for her I wouldn't be typing this right now. I learnt from people like lionhearted, or my sister and made relationships with some amazing people which I hope will last a lifetime. To an outside observer I am a slave of technology, but is that so? This same medium allows me to learn and self reflect, while staying afloat in the endless sea of emotional chaos. I think that technology by itself isn't the problem. I still read books like anything and I swear by The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann. Whether you use it or abuse it depends upon the type of person you are. So maybe the answer isn't as simple as solitude, but the types of solitudes we choose.