My fabulous friend Emily wrote an excellent piece about Twitter the other day “How do I love thee?…” it is a lovely, thought-provoking piece about the wonders of Twitter (and I’m not just saying that because I’m mentioned in it).

Twitter has really helped me keep sane over the past eight months or so after I abandoned Facebook realising that it was making my depression worse and worse and that, no offense to anyone I know, but a lot of the stuff on there I just didn’t care about (although anyone I know reading this I care about what you say), nor could I understand people requesting to be my “friend” when they spent the majority of my school years sneering at me (and that’s when they were being nice).

So I was delighted to find this amazing community of people like me who suffer from: chronic pain, POTS, EDS, migraines, dysautonomia, depression, anxiety, mental health issues to name but a few of the things crippling me in my day-to-day life, who support me through my darkest days and who I can be there for too. I can put my efforts into trying to help them too, if I can make just one person feel a little bit better about their day then that means the world to me.

There of course are my other passions that are addressed on Twitter where I have found a wealth of writers, publishers, readers (#UKBookTwits, set up by the aforementioned Emily being a key element of this), bakers, crusaders, campaigners, feminists, kickstarters, music lovers, etc and if everyone just realised that Twitter has such an amazing force for good then the world would be a much happier place.

I was already planning on writing this blog before the tragedy that occurred during the Boston Marathon yesterday but this again showed the force and wonder of Twitter; an outpouring of solidarity and grief as the world watched and people tried to share information.

Since then there have been many blogs written regarding Twitter’s usefulness (or not) during and after this incident. A lot of well-meaning people have been criticised for over sharing information which turned out not to be true, but that’s what happens, people want to help, the jungle drums start, they trust others in these dark situations, as who would take advantage when people are reported to have died? Well a few it would seem, like fake charities being set up within seconds, showing just how depraved some human beings can be. People have also been criticised for not commenting on the bombings that happened in Iraq earlier in the day, but people have become desensitised due to tragically seeing it on the news day in day out. As awful as it sounds, to paraphrase one Twitter writer, we come to expect bombings and death in countries where there is war, not during a sporting event in a country that is not currently being targeted in war.

Every day we hear another tragedy, be it an earthquake, a car accident, a death of someone famous. As Dave Gorman has blogged it is impossible for us to grieve over each and every one. It’s hard to comment on death as everyone handles it differently; some believe everyone deserves respect and others don’t. This again then brings me back to Twitter where everyone must be aware of how it is being used during the past week in respect to Thatcher. I’m not going to comment any further on this and don’t care what people say about me because of it but I don’t want to get drawn in to any conversation which becomes a drama due to some trivial misunderstanding with people drawing conclusions that weren’t there to begin with. All I’ll say is that until you live in someone’s shoes you can never fully understand them, sure you can empatise or be shocked at behaviour but we never really know what is going on for them.

Not only have there been arguments regarding whether Thatcher was divisive of not (yes I have deliberately chosen that particular argument as it is just too funny) but also there has been so much bullying on Twitter recently, some will again argue that it’s not bullying but as a victim of bullying I have to say if someone feels bullied there is bullying going on. Although hopefully I won’t get crucified for my understanding of a situation as this has been a fraught topic recently.

I won’t name names or expressly write about them, as again with the way things have been recently I don’t want it blown out of proportion when all I want to do is help people understand that Twitter can be used in such a kind, supportive way, if that’s what people choose. But I guess life will always have those looking for an argument or finding arguments in places where there weren’t any and one faction (for want of a better word) will argue with another. Why? When I’ve just written about death and war, isn’t there enough hatred out there? It makes me laugh when people write in their bio that they are angry – do something productive with it, turn into passion, see a doctor, anger is NOT healthy or something to be proud of it anger and hatred destroys lives – think Star Wars.

I couldn’t keep quiet at one point and had to say something within one situation as I felt that I must be missing the point somewhere, but no, it just turns out that some people are mean and haven’t got past the name calling, childish behaviour that should have been left in the playground all those years ago.

So this was all going on in my head yesterday, as well as having had regression during therapy which took me back to the start of when I began to develop my schemas around defectiveness, failure & lack of self worth. But I think I should save all that for another day. So it’s no wonder that today I feel like I’ve been run over. My legs ache, my head is pounding, my neck, shoulders and back feel like they are broken. My resting heart rate has been 96bpm at its best and that’s with my lying in bed all day.

Call me naive, call me idealistic but I’m sticking with Twitter because of the good that it brings and can only hope that one day nastiness, bitterness and hatred will all go away.

Until it does I will continue to try to bring some light, love & kindness into the lives of those I follow.