I know right now I should be leaning on my friends for support and a sense of normalcy. But they get to do all the fun and exciting things and I'm over here playing spider solitaire (literally). It's hard not to feel judged, which leaves me with sometimes crippling social anxieties.
My husband and I have recently started getting "involved" in a church. But in not really sure what you would call it. I've sold The Husband to the orchestra, and we visited a Sunday school class. Really I've been just trying to act normal. Find normal reasons to not bake cupcakes or help out in the kitchens. It's really work to hide a condition like this.
So here I am. Another day alone. Another day surviving after the failed epidural. Another day dreaming of life after pain or life before pain.
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