Letters to the Lonely Hours
Loneliness is not proof that something is wrong with you. Sometimes it is just proof that you have room for more love.
Loneliness is not proof that something is wrong with you. Sometimes it is just proof that you have room for more love.
There is a particular quiet that arrives around nine in the evening, when the day has finished asking things of you and the night has not yet decided what it wants.
Loneliness often shows up in that gap. Not as a crisis, just as a small ache that asks to be noticed.
Loneliness tells you that you were built for connection. That is all. It is not evidence of being unlovable, unchosen, or behind.
Send the message you have been drafting in your head for a week.
Sit somewhere with other people nearby, even strangers in a cafe.
Write down the name of one person you miss, and one sentence about why.
The hours will not feel this way forever. Company returns, in the shapes you expect and the ones you do not. Until then, be kind company to yourself.
Feeling this way?