I’ve been avoiding the blank page. I’m okay. Some hours I’m better than okay. But I continue to feel more shut down—both with others and with myself —than I have since I was diagnosed last October. I am carrying on with my life just fine. I get out of bed every morning. I shower and eat and go to meetings and take care of my children. I do what I need to do for work and smile at people on the street. I even laugh at times. But my heart does not feel open the way it usually does.
Over the last year, I’ve thought a lot about what I want to take away from my experience with breast cancer. Just last month, I wrote about how cancer is teaching me to prioritize joy—and to abandon fear in order to do so.
That has not changed.
As I write this, I am self-consciously aware of sounding depressed and negative. I feel the need to say, “I really am okay.” (And I really am okay.) I feel the need to say, “I’m a very happy, positive person.” (And I am a very happy, positive person.) I feel the need to say, “I know I have much for which to be grateful.” (And I do have much for which I am grateful.)
But I also feel the need to say that right now, I am hurting and scared and angry and uncertain and lonely. I feel the need to say that I feel abandoned, but I don’t know how to let people in.