The west seattle street fair is this weekend. Walking around up there is horrible. I remember last year, how I felt at this little street fair. I know that my usual little hummingbird self is happy and cheerful. I just don't feel that way. I feel like my spirit was crushed. And THIS is what I am sad about. I feel broken. I don't feel sorry for myself. I don't wish something was different. I don't wish anything. That is the problem. I don't feel empowered. I just feel blah. I feel like my eternal fountain of happiness and cheer and ability to see the bright side of any situation as stopped flowing. I worry that it won't come back. I worry that D can feel this gloominess and I wonder if he will stop being attracted to me. Not because of my hair, but because the spirit of the woman he married has changed. Has it changed forever, who knows. I am scared of the depths of sadness and shock I am in.
It could be a torrential downpour outside and that would be fine. Even that is horrible. I used to love summer. I need to pull my head out of the self-deprecating, but its hard. Because there is no normal to go back to. Normal doesn't exist anymore. Normal life is gone. I am in a transition, but one that just realized I am in transition. My little car light just flashed, need oil. I still need to go to the store and get the oil (chemo) and then put it in and then hopefully that is all the car needed and I can start racing around town again.
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