I could never be the yuppie that I always wanted to be. I felt tricked, and hence, very, very sad. I also felt that I had lost my sense of identity. I was lost and my sense of self-worth plummeted to almost zero. Suddenly I was just a sick person, a needy woman with a lost capacity for giving.
Fear becomes an insidious intruder.
I love to write. I do not know. Another strong feeling that I have is guilt. Surpassing all of those feelings is anger, sometimes qualifying as rage. It is not fair.