“Yes.” Embarrassed I couldn’t recognize them. Embarrassed I couldn’t see them. Afraid of hurting their feelings or snubbing them by accident or seeming like a bitch. Humiliated to not be myself. Disappointed to no longer be a brain surgery poster child. Mortified, ultimately, to not be so not okay that I couldn’t even hide it.
I'm not typically a person who hides my struggles. Honestly, I'm kind of the opposite--just processing them ad nauseum to friends and relatives. But I totally do get Sadie's instincts here. It's hard to be an altered version of yourself—to not rely on what you've always relied on. I absolutely get this.
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