Everyday, I wake up, and sit in a chair and look out a window. If it weren’t for my dogs, I wouldn’t leave the house. I have lost my appetite. I went from a healthy 155 pounds to a 142 pounds. I have little or no appetite and don’t eat much. I lost friends and feel isolated. I have little contact or support from even my work, or my benefits plan. The stories are true; I am just a number at work, nothing else.I missed out on summer. I missed out on my favorite summer activities. Pride, Taste of Danforth, Divercite, and Buskerfest. Anxiety, panic attacks, and flashbacks keep me from going out unless I really need to do something. Grocery shop once a week, doctor and chiropractic appointments three times weekly, and walk my dogs. That is what my day consists of. My summer was ruined. My life has changed forever. No BBQ, no beach, no summer, no siting on a patio enjoying one of the best summers in Toronto history. My day consists of looking out a window at them building a condo in front of mine in a blank, mindless stare.Some people dream of having the summer off; I had it, and I hated it. All I wanted to do was go back to work, back to my old life and live a normal life. Unfortunately, something that will never happen again.
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