Yes, pain has changed me. I cannot possibly continue to be my sweet, easygoing, tranquil self.
And it kills me that with no relief, that easygoing me is gone. I liked her.
I now am mostly isolated without social fabric or interaction with others.
I never thought I would describe myself as, now, cynical, bitter, agitated, grumpy, resentful,
an old curmudgeon even! This is not how I want to live. This is not a life. This is not me.