The Non Reality of my Reality

So it's been over 18 months since last I wrote. A lot has changed. Even more has stayed the same.

I have a real job, a career even, provided the auto industry continues on. I am a UAW member no less. And I am making real money at last.

The chronic pain and numbness in my left arm is being ignored rather well. The hard parts are the random weakness and muscle spasms. But they don't seem to be as frequent.

And I am lonely. So very lonely. Not alone, I have friends and family close by. I spend time with them, and enjoy it. But I am lonely. A hole, an emptiness. I fill it with cookies, and ice cream, and self pity.

But I am lonely.