At the beginning of this week I created a new twitter account with the plan of deleting the other. Some may wonder why I would give up an account with almost 900 hundred followers. It's not easy building a following, after all. But I had my reasons. Saturday night I had a major melt down due to a medical scare. Poor hubby had no idea what to do and I was in no condition to talk. About three hours later I managed to calm down, talk a little and then went to bed. Sunday, when I woke up and looked at my Twitter and hated it.
I actually felt better looking at a blank twitter. I was calm, relaxed. Dare I say it, I even felt up to doing some editing. It's been a couple weeks since I've felt like that.
My life was feeling hectic and I think that was the reason I redid my twitter. It was something tangible that represented how I felt. My melt down purged me of the chaotic feelings, but that's not easy to see. I don't wear my emotions on my sleeve. Most people will never know when I'm upset. (For example: While freaking out, hubby kept asking me what was wrong and I told him nothing.) Twitter made it easy to show. Friends have asked why the change and I don't hesitate to explain, actually telling people what's wrong. That's a big deal for me.