It’s Okay To Be Lonely
There are going to be times — maybe a birthday, a holiday, or
simply a special moment that you thought would be shared with everyone
you love most — when you realize that few people you considered friends
are actually that close to you. You may be wondering where everyone is,
why so few deemed it important enough to show up, why everything else
was more pressing to them than the friendship you considered a real
priority. You will begin to understand that the good friends, the ones
you can count on to be there when it’s truly important, are as rare as
they are wonderful. And while you make a resolution to treat the real
friends with more care, for at least the moment when you realize so many
others haven’t made the effort, you’ll feel terribly lonely. And that’s
okay.
Someone is going to break your heart. They are going to leave you
sobbing into your pillow for days on end and make you question whether
you’ll ever be able to care about someone again. You’ll see their face
in every store window you pass and torture yourself with the possibility
that they may be coming back some day — even though you know, on some
deep level, that they won’t. You are going to be surrounded by people
from all throughout your life who want to help, who want to explain why
it’s going to be okay, who want to get you out of bed and make you go
have fun again. And despite their efforts, you will want nothing to do
with them. They won’t be the person you love, and therefore their words
will mean nothing. No matter how many people are coming to your sides,
you’ll still feel incredibly lonely. And that’s okay.
Perhaps we put too high a social premium on what the company of
others can give us, or perhaps their presence provides, at least
temporarily, a feeling of immortality. As long as we are surrounded by
well-wishers and party-goers, we can drown out the noise of our own
fundamental loneliness. But to be by ourselves, particularly in our most
dark, disappointing moments, is something that everyone must prepare
themselves to do. No matter how full our social calendars or exciting
our love lives, there are going to come moments when we realize how few
people we can depend on in life.
And sometimes loneliness is a feeling that’s comfortable, even
strangely pleasant. It can be, if you allow it, a time to reconnect with
yourself — to remind yourself that you are capable of enjoying your own
company. In loneliness, we are forced to know ourselves in a way which
doesn’t depend on the presence of others for validation. If we think
about just how much of our personalities, our schedules, and our
self-worth stems from the quick-changing whims of everyone around us, it
can be much more deeply upsetting than relatively simple loneliness.
Loneliness is a clearly identifiable problem, needing other people to
make you feel real is something we don’t even want to admit can happen
to us. It stands to reason the truest loneliness, in fact, lies in being
surrounded by people who ultimately do nothing for us, who serve only
as warm bodies to stave off a feeling of having only one’s own company.
There are going to be periods of loneliness, and everyone experiences
them. Though the first response of those around us is often one of “oh,
come on, you have so many friends,” there is no reason that we need to
force that feeling of solitude away. There is strength and growth in
loneliness, and it can often bring up the questions we are often afraid
to look at head-on. Who are our real friends? What are we looking for
when we go out? Are we ready to love other people? Do we even love
ourselves? And what is often dismissively interpreted as moping can be
quiet self-care, or the taking of a much-needed breather from forced
socialization. Loneliness can and will be painful, but to pretend as
though anyone who is truly healthy or happy doesn’t experience it is
ludicrous.
We live in a world which teaches us to always be happy, always be
around our friends, always be looking for love, always triumphantly
rising again when it fails us. But denying our periods of deep
loneliness — or the ultimate aloneness that we face in life — doesn’t
make us a more fulfilled human being. It doesn’t mean we have attained
some higher plane of existence. It only means that we’re trying to cover
a deep, complex wound that needs to bleed, and hurt, and even be
temporarily ugly, if it’s ever going to heal.


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