Creepy as in creeping along, frustrating in that progress is so slow. Angry and sad describe my feelings. I actually feel guilty about not knowing how to fix these feelings yet, as though I "should" know. Beyond that, I feel hope. Perhaps the attachment to happiness "when this is over", the destination, is obscuring the enjoyment, and purpose, of the "trip". In that case, things must be going along perfectly, and it's just my opinion that they aren't. That's just GREAT...the classic conflict, for grieving, between reality and expectations. Somehow, somewhere, there's some goodness in all this for me.