Since my diagnosis, I don’t like myself.
Worse, I don’t like anything I used to like.
Things that made me laugh, kept me busy, gave me joy—they all feel foreign now. It’s like running into an old friend and realizing you don’t have anything to talk about anymore.
I’ve been trying to reintroduce myself to my old habits. Podcasting, writing, even just sitting with myself long enough to feel something. It’s awkward. It’s frustrating. And it’s scary as hell because I don’t know what fits in this new life or what I’ve outgrown.
But I’m trying.
If you’re in the middle of something like this, I hope you are, too.
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