The Twitter mini-posts of 140 characters may not seem very promising, but I’ve been able to pull quite a bit from the onrush of mundane details: interesting conversation, links to helpful sites, answers to questions on any subject, new ideas for projects, new contacts and whatever else I can think of.
So, I’ve been throwing a few tweets into the torrent where most of them drown. Here are a few samples addressed to #mental that I’ve been playing with. Depression is not a hot tweme, as you might guess, so these have a high evaporation rate.
- Feeling great on a dark rainy Sunday, I get nervous that the weather is warning me. The blues just don’t want to be bright.
- I’m trying to strangle depression, but that’s my own throat I’ve got.
- A fundamentalist minister on the radio said he admired earth’s beauties but saw them as God’s scar for human sin. That’s the Good News?
- Therapy used to be that Freudian place where I was expected to talk to a brick wall until it turned into a mirror.
- I’m taking depression out back so I can hack it to pieces. Then I’ll mow it to mulch with the star-thistle patch.
- I’m telling myself anxiety is energy without purpose, so I’m connecting the brain lightening to a lamp.
- I’m writing down the anxiety flash – not as random as I thought: playing it back, closely listening, finding patterns.
- Anxiously making deadlines, piling up projects I can’t finish, plotting a strange self-defeat – trying to say stop.
- I’m slaying depression like a dragon, but it’s a smoky, bloody, most unheroic mess.
- If mood disorders are shadowy & insubstantial, why have I so often been knocked flat by a weightless punch?
- An Amazon mood disorder arrived in the mail marked No Return & Open at Your Own Risk. Who could resist a peak?
- Depression is an attack on the immune system of the mind – the troops are firing in the wrong direction – brainwashed.
- The louder you shout, the less I hear.
- I’ve stamped a mold in depression’s ashes and turned that shape into shining gold. Revenge!