Loneliness is one of the quiet experiences almost everyone carries—but few talk about honestly. It doesn’t always announce itself loudly. Sometimes it shows up as restlessness. Sometimes as fatigue. Sometimes as a sense of being unseen—even while surrounded by people. And often, we rush to fix it. We fill our calendars. We scroll. We distract. We explain it away. But what if loneliness isn’t just something to eliminate? What if it’s something to understand? At its core, lonel

I usually had opinions and judgments about what’s going on or what has happened to me—that life isn’t fair, that things shouldn’t be happening, that I should be in a different place by now—and this is what leads to my suffering. My first instinct is to put up a fight. But I believe these kinds of challenges are brought to me so that I will grow from them no matter. Without these times, I would never learn how to find the flow of life. Give myself time – there’s no deadline. I

I have questions. I reach for you, for it, for the idea--knowing in reality you are not there. I want my soul to stop reaching.....grabbing air then Ah! I stagger because you are with me inside the ether of my heart. Aghast, I still want you here-now, not there-then. I don't like it. I don't want the nagging, pondering within me to continue, painfully aching the chasm of absence, reflectively reminiscent of "what if's," and "what could've or should've or would've been," becau