How Twitter Saved My Life (Part 2)

On the first day I started off my new Twitter account, the app suggested I customize my profile by following 60 or more famous people that fall under three categories that interest me. Thinking this will grow my web traffic I followed around 100 people right away which were automatically picked by Twitter when I selected what I believe were the categories: Reading, Music and Politics.
In less than an hour I got a couple follows from random people. I started posting every single blog post I already had so far on my Twitter profile. And pretty much every post went from 5 hits to around 20 in a few minutes. Whether it meant people on Twitter were reading them wasn’t really on my mind. I was just happy to see social media did help or at least appeared to. With this account in place and me using hashtags like #ActuallyAutistic and #AutismAcceptance which would pop up in my recommended hashtags (when typing the word “autism”) I eventually was followed by a brand new and very small site and its Twitter account called My Disability Matters aka M.D.M. They DMed me and invited me to join their club site. At that time it was their mission to start their own alternative to sites like Twitter and Facebook for people with either physical and/or mental disabilities or mental illnesses that find mainstream social media to be toxic and damaging to their self esteem. By the time I introduced myself to the first few members of the club in the “new members” chatroom, my Twitter account had around 15 or so followers. Though many of these people just seemed like automatic Twitter users the site chooses on it’s own depending on who YOU are following. But still, I was thrilled just at the fact that I had more followers on my new account than I had for the longest time on my old one (10 at the most and they were all people I knew in real life) and this account was only a couple days old. Anyway, as good as that part of me felt, I had an upcoming appointment with my psychiatrist, and meanwhile, I was still struggling mentally where my mood swings were more sudden, more extreme and more frequent than ever before. There was no doubt in my mind that it was due to me no longer being in the numb state of depression. I always knew for years I had bipolar disorder, but all of my previous doctors would not diagnose me with it as while I had many of it’s symptoms, I didn’t fit one of them which was related to sleep which is all I remember about it. But I still knew I had it and I knew that for my own well being and this new voice in me I found through my blog, that I had to put my foot down and explain to my newest psychiatrist why I know I have bipolar and how it is affecting me and how I require treatment if I ever want to get better. So on the day of the appointment, I let one of the people in M.D.M. this and she wished me luck (she also was recently diagnosed after knowing she had it for years) and said she’ll be thinking of me today. Despite being 2,000 miles away from where I am, what she said in that message meant a lot and spoke to me a lot more than most people in my real life have for the longest time. That feeling would become something of a new norm in my life overall as the year would go on…(to be cont’d)

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