Overall, I have a lack of emotion. Moreover, I believe I am stopping said emotion from materializing because of fear.
The fear of pain.
Eight months of varying levels of emotional pain. When a memory or an errant thought becomes whole I seem to duck them like fastballs aimed at my head (or more saccharin, my heart). I have come to that part. Not yet indifferent but no longer invested in anything.
I find my ability to feel sorry for myself edging toward infinite.
"It has been said that time heals all wounds, I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but is never gone."
--Rose Kennedy
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