Tweet me from myself

Two weeks ago, my life on the Internet came to a screeching halt.

Twitter suspended my account.

Gone were the days of retweets and direct messages. My thoughts, once perfectly trained to think in 140 characters or less, were left to wander. And I was left to find my news the old-fashioned way.

Since I don’t have TV,  Twitter is where I go first to get the information I need. Everything is organized and content is easy to find.

You can bet that without my instant stream of news, I was going crazy.

Day one was okay. At first, I was in shock. What on Earth could I have done to get my account suspended? Did I tweet too much? Did I post too many photos of Ryan Gosling and Zac Efron? Was I using too many hashtags? I didn’t believe I was. Maybe I retweeted too many photos of cute animals, but what’s wrong with that? I was at a complete loss.

I sent Twitter my support twicket (their name, not mine) and waited patiently for the workers at Twitter’s ironically-named ZenDesk to give me my account back.

By day five, I still hadn’t heard anything, so I was left to find alternate ways to spend my time. I frequently used my Pinterest, Foursquare, Instagram and Tumblr. I messaged my friends non-stop via iMessage. I read every story I could find on Buzz Feed and watched an entire season of “How I Met Your Mother” on Netflix. I was doing anything and everything I could think of to keep myself occupied. I was on a downward spiral.

Around day seven is when the nightmares began. I dreamt my account was suspended because someone thought I was a spy and that I was poaching dolphins. (Don’t judge.)

By day 10, with no word from anyone, I started to panic. I’m graduating April 27 and currently looking for a job. What if potential employers Googled my name and found out my account is suspended? Would they think any less of me?

When I hit the two-week mark, I decided to make a new account. I had to do something. The 500 followers I’ve gained over the last five years would follow me again, right? Eh.

And then, by some miracle, I received an email from Twitter 15 days after my suspension.

“Twitter has automated systems that find and remove multiple automated spam accounts in bulk. Unfortunately, it looks like your account got caught up in one of these spam groups by mistake. I’ve restored your account; sorry for the inconvenience.”

PHEW. I have my life back again.

Email Editor-in-Chief Nichole Seguin at [email protected]. Follow her on Twitter or on Instagram or on Pinterest or Foursquare or on LinkedIn.