I haven't thought about it much but I've probably become more emotionally fragile over the years. Well, not fragile as much as brittle. Sharper, but whack it the wrong way and it all crumbles into jagged shards. I guess that shouldn't be surprising really if you think about it. I've slowly lost most of the things that most people base their self-image, self-esteem, and emotional strength on. If it weren't for my family, I don't think I would have a single emotional pillar left to me. Even there, things aren't all clear skies. My family is hardly demonstrative in affection and I still have that fear that pity will turn to contempt.
One thing that leaving RoE has given me is time, and that's not necessarily a good thing. Time right now is just an opportunity to brood. I try to find new things to fill the empty space but it's hard not to see it all as ashes.