Slowly that anger evaporated. Probably because I could not direct the anger at anyone. Who was I angry with? The universe? Hardly a tangible “being” that inflicted unfairness on us.
Over the past several months, people have said things to me in the realm of “you’re so strong” or “you are handling this so well” or “you have inspired me.” Most of the time I feel undeserving, bandaged together by medication and therapy, hardly like I am handling this “on my own.” Lately, I have felt particularly undeserving.