Striking Gold
There were a few favorite tweeters I enjoyed on Twitter even if I never responded to anything they said. Then there were other tweeters with whom I shared great conversations with that were sometimes serious and somber but also hilarious and fun. For the most part, I liked a lot of posts and retweeted that many more from tweeters I followed, and I enjoyed interactions with all of them. I learned quite a lot about narcissistic abuse, narcissists, and other topics in what felt like was a short amount of time.
It was amazing to find that so many other people related to what I had experienced in terms of narcissistic abuse. Yet, when I found others who not only related to me regarding my experiences with narcissistic abuse but also related to my struggles with autism and selective mutism, I felt I had struck gold. This was not ever something I experienced in my everyday off-line life. Most people who know me don’t even know my personal struggles, and they also don’t give me the safe space to share them.
Because of Twitter, many parts of me became unraveled, and I found myself letting down my guard in ways that I had never done with people in my daily life before. I had long conversations with quite a few tweeters. I even felt that I bonded with some tweeters because of the commonalities we shared, and I do not even know what the majority of these tweeters look like in person. There was more so a knowing of them in a spiritual realm type of way if that makes sense.
It’s amazing that I developed an affinity for people I have never met in person. It’s also amazing that I felt connections with people in ways that I lacked on even a physical and superficial level with people I’ve had the opportunity to interact with daily within my personal life. It’s strange how that works, but I feel so blessed for the tweeters I’ve had the opportunity to encounter through various tweets and conversations. But even good things come to an end, but I’m glad I discovered the silver lining and struck with some gold.
I am forever changed and grateful.
My Voice Unchained 
Yup, I agreed with your last sentence there, that even good things must come to an end. Throughout my life, I never believed in such a thing: as long as you work hard to maintain it, good things will last. But in reality, it is not the case. So I guess this is just another life lesson that we will learn when we walk through our lives huh?
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