Last Thursday, the Twitterverse flickered and temporarily went blank. And a writer sat there, staring. “It was funny, in a kind of pathetic, soul-crushing way,” Laurel Snyder writes on Salon. “I stared at the blank screen, hitting refresh over and over.” Her withdrawal worsened as she sat on a park bench, "twittering to no one. And that’s when I knew I had a problem.” It was time for her to face her addiction.
It "shouldn't have come as a surprise,” writes Snyder, an “absolute extrovert” stay-at-home mom who spends days "with two people who are just barely verbal." Still, she cried when she realized her addiction had gobbled up family time and left dishes unwashed. Now she posts only a few times a day and always slams her laptop with a wham! "The minute it feels too natural, the minute it feels like a real conversation, is the minute I start to worry."