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I've lost interest.
In knitting. In talking with friends. In walking the dog. In writing...this blog or pretty much anything at all. A grocery list on a post-it note would be pushing it.
I've lost interest in watching tv. Or reading a trashy novel. Or watching the changing leaves fall from the trees.

Do you know how much it hurts to be disinterested in just about everything in your life? To be disengaged. To be nearly numb. To wonder how long it will be before the fog lifts and the feeling returns. If any feeling will return. Ever.

The one thing I haven't lost interest in -- sleep. I close my eyes, nestle deep into the covers and disappear.

I'm just not interested in waking up.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Amy, thinking about you and hoping you are feeling better soon. -Tom
8:01 AM
Anonymous said…
I'm thinking of you and missing you. When you are feeling interested in a chat with an old friend, will you drop me an e-line? XXXXOOOO Lory A
8:13 AM
Anonymous said…
praying you're feeling much better since your last post....love you,
kerry p.
6:19 PM
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