I’ve left Twitter,
Just for a month … but at the moment, that feels like a lifetime.
No shot of dopamine at a new notification. No getting outraged over the ‘news’ (especially selected for me). No shooting my mouth off about Brexit. No nattering with my lovely writing friends.
Two things prompted this self-confessed Twitter addict to go cold-turkey.
Firstly, my daughter asked my a question and, when I answered, she said ‘that’s your non-listening voice.’ I laughed, but then I thought about it. She was absolutely right. I had been distracted and I hadn’t really been listening. And, of course, parents can’t be on hand to talk to their offspring day and night but at that moment I had been composing a tweet about how proud I was to have changed the Dyson filter all by myself while hubbie is away. Which is more important? Hearing about my 17 year old’s exam or shouting into the ether. I actually feel a little embarrassed writing this.
The other reason is the effect of Twitter on my mental health. Writing is a perilous industry and even though writers are generally the loveliest and most supportive of people, sometimes it can get to you. Maybe it will help to step away while I am feeling vulnerable and down.
So, never being to one to do things by half, I’ve deactivated my account.
Be good while I’m away and see you in a month!
Oh, actually, there’s one more thing about leaving Twitter.
I won’t be able to publicise this post.