Not The Only Lonely
Lately, I’ve been feeling down. I think it started in April and back then I attributed it to a post traumatic stress reaction to the adoption. And though the adoption itself was not traumatic at all, sometimes the mere anticipation of anxiety is enough to get to me.
But this feeling…this down in the dumps feeling, has persisted. It’s not constant, nor is it everyday. It’s just here sometimes and I’m keenly aware of it.
And then the other day I was having lunch with a friend (a tall, blonde drink of water who I won’t name), when I had what Oprah calls an “Aha! Moment”. My friend, who I admire greatly and whose life mirrors mine in particular ways, said that she was lonely.
That was the feeling. It had just never occurred to me, because I am quite literally never alone. Even now it seems wrong to me.
How can someone so busy with friends and clubs and classes and work and family be lonely?
And how can my lovely friend, who is busy in her own life, feel the same way?
I don’t have an answer. But I feel better knowing I’m not the only one.
Maybe I’m not lonely after all. 🙂