changes

I do not know what is going on, but something in my world has shifted for the better. I hate to write it for fear that it will be taken away. As much as I express that I am invisible and not heard, I find that being seen and heard is much more frightening. I have rarely gotten what I have wanted. When I have, I spent a lot of time worrying that it was going to disappear instead of enjoying the moment. It is strange to me. I even look around to see if it is a reality rather than an imaginary place. Yet, I am still me.