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You are not alone.
In the midst of hard times, it’s easy to look around and see a bunch of people who seem to be doing just fine. But they’re not. We’re all struggling in our own way. And if we could just be brave enough to open up about it, and talk to each other, we’d realize that we are not alone in feeling lost and alone.
So many of us are fighting the same exact battle alongside you. We are all in this together. So no matter how embarrassed or pathetic you feel about your own situation, know that there are others out there experiencing the same emotions. When you hear yourself say, “I am all alone,” it’s just your worried mind trying to sell you a lie. There’s always someone who can relate to you. Perhaps you can’t immediately talk to them, but they are out there.
If you’re feeling desperate right now, hear me: I often feel and think and struggle much like you do. I care about many of the things you care about, just in my own way. And although some people do not understand us, we understand each other. YOU are not alone!
I have been struggling with this since my stroke. I feel alone at most times on so many levels. In reality, just my dog up my butt or I really would not have anyone to talk to 95% of the day….while my son is in school, but also when he is not. I keep trying the meetup thing, but I end up alone half of the time there too. I also end up with questions about my stroke, which I don’t mind, but I want to be seen as a person not a strokie. Of course the curse of facebook, everyone is so chatty when they reconnect after not hearing from them in years….then the silent treatment for months at a time.
Rant over, because I really like being alone….once in awhile. I just think since I don’t work everyday I am not conversing with people on a daily basis. I finished, with my son’s help, 95% of the lawn mowing and called it done. It needs some weed whacking but I will do it when I feel like it. I was sweaty, red faced and over heated several times today. Now part of my underarm is sore and I blame pushing and pulling the mower through the holes and dips in my yard.