I know I have been away for a long while. Juggling with illnesses and almost non-existent energy, I find myself disinterested in saying anything nowadays.
The doctor is still working on trying to find what's wrong with me- so far some tests say good, some say iffy- so...MORE tests, means more blood work and all that.
I thought I have been over the annual depression by end of February or so, (after the anniversary of the surgery). Not so. This is much worse, than I expected. At least back during December to February, I felt something- sorrow, regret, dealing with so many 'what ifs', and angry. There were clouds above my head.
Now, there are no clouds above my head. I don't feel sad, or regret.
What do I feel?
Nothing. I am empty.
I poured myself into a painting class earlier last month- didn't help. Went on a volunteer clean-up of the waterfront park. Nada. Helped out with three fundraisers. I felt nothing. I even became a Big Sister (and that was even big for me), and I do find myself enjoying the time with the girl- but after I get in the car to go home, the world is empty.
I just have to kick myself in the ass and bite the leather. This place is draining me, especially with folks having babies left and right, making it more and more lonely for me, reminding me of what I'm missing out.
So I had worked on a plan of action, which I am already completing some steps successfully, and if things fall as I expect them, I'll be out of here and be somewhere else. I'll be happy, among friends who do not look at me with pity, not inviting me just because they feel they have to. I would be with people at two in the morning talking about Star Trek, or endsofdays movies, or Margaret Atwood, walking on the beach barefoot, or sipping my lattes with side of biegnets.
Just you watch me.