I was so, so wrong about so many things.
The angioedema took a 5 month break, returning with a vengeance on New Year's Eve. I am now on episode number five in a three-month period. Allergy testing found something new, but it doesn't explain this, and the blood tests were inconclusive. It's back to the drawing board, or more medical tests probably.
My job has taken an even worse turn. I've gone from a boss who barely gives me anything to do, to one who refuses to give me ANYTHING, or access to the tools that would allow me to do the few things she can't take away. I've had one interview in 15 months that went nowhere, and this is killing me. My family raised me to take pride in my work and a job done well, this isn't who I am.
My dearest friends have had major changes in their lives, and there is no place for me in those lives.
Most of all, they've found love that I now have to accept will never be mine.
My high school friend disappeared shortly after my last post to this blog over a year ago. He had a major anxiety attack and vanished.
Several months later, the two men that had been in my life for over half a decade each rejected me; one deciding he wanted my tiny perfect friend instead of me, the other for reasons I have been unable to discern.
I am desperately lonely and afraid all the time. The panic attacks I thought were behind me have returned, in the middle of the night, in the middle of the day, while I get ready to go to work in the morning. I have painful arthritis leaving me unable to do the things I love.
The self-loathing is worse than ever; the fears of dying alone and never being loved are even stronger.
I hold it together for my public persona; my mother called me today to praise my performance on TV 2 weeks ago concerning my community work.
In all this world, I feel there's no place for me. And no one should feel this way about themselves...