Loneliness

Take It with Me

The rain comes hard, but the faucet

always drips. The sun

seldom shines, but I still believe it

will … one day. Time is

all I have; time is all

I need.

I’m packing my emotional baggage and taking it

with me. So my bickering siblings

won’t be burdened under

its weight.

Goodbye, my childhood family. I’m

leaving you now.

I know I’ll be

lonely for a while but not

really alone. My self-security is finally

intact.

Toodle-ooh …

For many years, I’ve struggled to process my emotions, whether they’re good or bad. It’s like there’s a wall between what I feel and what I can actually express. Sometimes I don’t even know how to explain what’s going on inside me, and that can be really frustrating.

Connecting with people has always been hard for me, even with my own family. It’s not that I don’t care or don’t want to be close—it’s just that something in me makes it difficult to reach out or open up. I often find myself pulling back, even when I don’t mean to.

I’m lucky to have a sweet and caring family who truly loves me, but even with all that love around me, I still feel lonely most of the time. It’s a strange kind of loneliness, one that doesn’t come from being alone, but from feeling disconnected. I’m learning to accept that it’s okay to feel this way and that healing takes time.

Sometimes the hardest part about illness, is the internal lonliness..
it seems… the longer I live inside my body, the more I feel separated from day to day people around me.

Anyone else feel like this?

#MentalHealth

Fighting loneliness isn’t easy. Some days it feels like I’m doing okay, and other days it hits harder than I expect. It’s tough trying to stay strong when all I really want is someone to be there, someone who makes the quiet feel a little less heavy. It’s not that I can’t handle being alone—it just gets tiring sometimes.

There are moments when I just want someone to hold me. Not to fix anything or make everything perfect, but just to be there. That kind of closeness means a lot. It’s about feeling safe, feeling like I matter to someone. Sometimes a hug or a few kind words can make all the difference.

I try to keep myself busy, to push through the lonely days, but it doesn’t always work. There’s still that part of me that wants to hear someone say I’m needed, that I make a difference in their life. It’s not about attention—it’s about connection. Everyone wants to feel like they belong somewhere.

Loneliness doesn’t always mean being alone. It’s that feeling of being surrounded by people but still feeling unseen. I think what I really want is someone who gets me, who listens and stays, even when things aren’t easy. That kind of connection feels rare, but it’s what I hope for.

Even with all of this, I still have hope. Wanting someone to hold me and tell me I’m needed just reminds me that I still care, that I still believe in love and connection. It’s hard sometimes, but I know those feelings mean my heart’s still open—and that’s something worth holding onto.