Before breast cancer, I played sport, loved walking and enjoyed healthy food. I had a rough time during cancer treatment, especially from chemotherapy. I have mostly recovered physically, apart from lingering digestive disorders and peripheral neuropathy in my feet. I'm told I look well. But I really struggle to face the world again. I lie in bed looking through the window at the sun shining but don't really want to go out there. It's not depression - I've always had that and take antidepressants. It's not fear of having cancer again. I'm not suicidal. I do go out once or twice a week to have lunch or play bridge with friends, but want to spend the next day in bed. I try to walk a bit or go for a swim but only because I think I should, not because I want to. I can't articulate what the problem is. Two years on from surgery, friends assume I'm over it, but it's like the real me went away and I'm a doppelgänger having to act out that other person's life. Does this resonate with anyone else?