I should be angry. I should be upset. Very upset.
Somehow I'm not. I'm just... resignatedly numb. It's odd.
No huge flurry of activity within me. Just a silent quiet drone.
Could it be that this is me really coping and letting go?
I don't know. This is all new to me.
But, I'm vaguely slightly content. That I can let it go and not be the angry, cynical, jaded, bitter woman I used to turn into. I really hope I can let go and walk away with dignity and grace. Afterall, what is substance without form? *self-mocking conceited wry smile*
See, I can even joke about it.

Am I truly healing, or is this a major form of denial I have yet to encounter?

Maybe I've matured and grown. Really grown into someone who can take things into their stride. Afterall, how can I seek to be an artiste and inspire people if I'm an angry little bitter person myself? Let this be real, and not a mere passing figment of denial.