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Unwelcome noise

It’s been some time since I last blogged, happily this is largely because I have had a fairly stable period. Inevitably though, this has to end.

Over the last two months my moods have been – and I apologise for cliché – a rollercoaster.

I’m currently taking a break from Twitter as it seemed to have become primarily a platform for miscommunication rather than positive communication and networking. Initially I placed blame for this outside of myself – why did everyone assume I was being shady? Why did everyone jump to the worst conclusion? As always though, I endeavour to look inside myself with the same cynicism I regard others with and, perhaps inevitably, I found failings there too.

I realised the number one issue with twitter was that, as my mood plummeted and I communicated this, my friends and followers weren’t able to offer me what I wanted: a cure. People weren’t reading imaginary hostility in my tweets; I waa angry with them, with everyone.

I tweet with reasonable frequency about my mood – primarily because when it’s bad it’s the only thing I can think about. For this reason I suspect my followers are rather tired of hearing how wretched I feel – and as an aside, this really underlines how imperfect language is for expressing emotion. Whilst it looks boringly repetitive to anyone reading, each low has its own distinct flavour and texture. From the inside, it’s always new, always different, and frequently unexpected. Perhaps, then, it’s natural people have little left to say when I once again bemoan my low mood.

But I need something, and find myself desperately scrambling for a solution, a balm, a shortcut to lifting the cloud and moving on.

Which leads me to getting angry with my Twitter followers for not offering the cure I become inexplicably certain they are withholding. All these people seem to know how to be happy, to know how not to be alone, to know how to live – why won’t they share their secret? Why won’t they, in 140 characters, do what medication and psychiatrists couldn’t, and save me from myself?

And round and round my mind goes. Refreshing my mentions every few minutes, increasingly furious that nobody is proffering the solution. Increasingly paranoid, increasingly frantic.

So I stepped in my own way and took twitter out of the picture – you can’t be furious nobody is replying to a tweet you didn’t send, right?

Well, perhaps inevitably given we’re dealing with illogical thought patterns and, as of two days ago, that horrible anxious kind of hypomania, yes, you can still be angry. Why haven’t these people, whom I have unfairly decided have The Answer, not come to find me elsewhere online? Doesn’t that just prove I was unwelcome noise on twitter? Why do I have to do this alone? What did I do wrong? Why won’t anyone tell me how to fix myself?

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