I'm not sure if I'm going to write again here or start a private blog. Still contemplating. But I feel like writing tonight and I still can't hold a pen for more than a sentence or two, so here I am.
Tonight I have been contemplating the changes my brain has undergone from Lyme. If it weren't so upsetting, I'd find it fairly fascinating. I am no longer an extrovert. That's been a hard transition. I miss the old me. The new me wants to be alone most of the time. The new me craves immense solitude. The new me still can't handle being in public for very long. The new me avoids people, events and parties. The new me is perfectly content to be alone for hours on end. I think the only way to really deal with this is to accept it and adjust. I'm trying.