This is how I feel this morning in my old life.
"Sometimes we go back to our old life for a little while to remember that it no longer fits."
I never fit into the square peg my family tried to fit me in. Is it callous of me not to want to see the people on my mother's side of the family? These feelings are new to me the last 9 months, I've always put every one else above myself. It feels so strange not to care all that much about people I've loved (and still do) my whole life.
Im sick in bed at the thought of even being around them. I thought it would be cool because it is a kids party (babys first birthday), but I dont have kids (even though i love them.) I tried a few visualization and meditations this morning but they only made me see how out of place I am and that being here is not where I want to be and it made me sad because I don't understand why I am still here. There has got to be a reason why I am stuck in my old life.