Abandoned.

That's what it seems like.
Somewhere, deep down, I'd like to believe it's not true.
It's not true that all my friends who are pregnant, or have children, have moved on with their lives and forgotten about me. It always feels like this.

What a joy it must be like to move on.
To have a concrete ending, and a new beginning.

I say abandoned, because I feel this way often.
I feel lonely.
I feel completely over sensitive.

Situations that should be easy to work through, become filled with anxiety.

I take things personally.
I live with passion and empathy, and find myself filled with doubt and concern even when something happens that is miniscule....to cry for no reason....to not cry when it seems you should...

Abandoned.
Forgotten.
Overlooked.

- Heather