The fear really hits you. That's what you feel first. And then it's the anger and frustration. Part of the problem is how little we understand about the ultimate betrayal of the body when it rebels against itself. A once good friend betrayed me once. It felt awful like salt in afresh wound. I didn't expect it or maybe I did and I only ignored the warning signs for being the masochist that I am. Somehow the wounds are still as fresh as if they have just been cut. My heart still feels scathed but then I figured it's time to move on.
As Joquesse Eugenia said "I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk."
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