Something wondrous happened recently.

Love Is Blind; Friendship Closes Its Eyes.*

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A few weeks ago, right out of the blue, I got a call from a longtime friend. It was the last thing I was expecting.

At a time in my life when I really believed the only thing that was going to happen with friends was them leaving me, someone actually went out of her way to reconnect with me. I've felt like such a charity case for the last few years, I cannot tell you what this means to me. Beyond the sheer joy of having someone to talk to with whom I have a shared history, there's feeling like a worthwhile friend again.

I'm having fun again. I'm being fun again. I wasn't sure I remembered how to be fun.


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In other news, my family—some of my family—is worried about me, about me not having anyone to lean on. Patrick has actually reached out to me, and he said he talked to my uncle about me being alone. Honestly, if you'd asked me, I would have said my family never thinks about me when I'm not around.


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Also, although I have probably not lost any weight, I do seem to be moving around more easily. I feel smaller. I feel lighter.

So there are good things.


*Friedrich Nietzsche